Poor Napoleon - Elvis Costello

I can`t lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin
You can take the truthful things you`ve said to me
And put them on the head of a pin

Poor Napoleon
You always look so disappointed when I take my stockings off
Don`t you know the facts of life, boy
Don`t you know what these things cost
She was selling stolen kisses to traveling salesmen and minstrel singers
You put a penny in the slot
She called you her Magic Fingers

Poor Napoleon
I bet she isn't all that`s advertised
I bet that isn't all she fakes
Just like that place where they take your spine
And turn it into soap flakes

So good night little school boy, you`d better learn some self control
Did you mess up your hairstyle, pour scorn in your begging bowl