Everyday I Write The Book Elvis Costello & The Attractions

Don’t tell me you don’t know what love is When you’re old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I’m a man with a mission in two or three editions
And I’m giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter one, we didn’t really get along
Chapter two, I think I fell in love with you
You said you’d stand by me in the middle of chapter three
But you were up to your old tricks in chapters four, five and six
And I’m giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
The way you walk
The way you talk and try to kiss me and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks
And I’m giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Everyday I write the book
Don’t tell me you don’t know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I’d still own the film rights and be working on the sequel
And I’m giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday