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
'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love a man out of time?
There's a tuppenny ha'penny millionaire looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs of the public imagination
For his private wife and kids, somehow, real life becomes a rumour
Days of Dutch courage, just three French letters and a German sense of humour
He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love a man out of time?
The biggest wheels of industry retire to sharp and short
And after dinner overtures are nothing but an after thought
Somebody's creeping in the kitchen, there's a reputation to be made
Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge? Who's up late polishing the blade?
Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love a man out of time?
Will you still love a man out of time?
Will you still love a man out of time?
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Lyrics Submitted by Commander Kakapo