[Verse 1]
So this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you
In a private detective's overcoat
And dirty dead man's shoes
The pretty things of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor's gate
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Because the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around
[Chorus]
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love a man out of time?
[Verse 2]
There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination
But for his private wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumor
Days of Dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humor
So this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you
In a private detective's overcoat
And dirty dead man's shoes
The pretty things of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor's gate
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Because the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around
[Chorus]
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love a man out of time?
[Verse 2]
There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination
But for his private wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumor
Days of Dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humor
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