But will you still love
For a minister of state
A man out of time?
Love is always scampering
In a private detective's overcoat
To murder my love is a crime
'Cause the high heel he used to be
Real life becomes a rumor
But for his private wife and kids somehow
[Incomprehensible] Knightsbridge
Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge
He stands to be insulted
But will you still love
But will you still love
With a tight grip on the short hairs
And the after dinner overtures
And he pays for the privilege
He's got a mind like a sewer
A man out of time?
Here at traitor's gate
Are nothing but an after thought
And dirty dead man's shoes
And hate yourself in the morning
A man out of time?
Who's up late polishing the blade
To murder my love is a crime
Written in a French letters with some dutch courage
And he listens for the footsteps
Somebody's creeping in the kitchen
That would follow him around
To murder my love is a crime
You drink yourself insensitive
And a German sense of humor
Of the public imagination
There's a tuppeny, hapenny millionaire
There's a reputation to be made
In a cowering or a fawning
The biggest wheels of industry
But will you still love
And a heart like a fridge
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Retire sharp and short
Has been ground down
Looking for a fourpenny one
