(words: costello, music: nieve)
Heres a thought to dwell upon,
Daddys girl is almost gone
Now theres just a vain princess
her ruthlessness
Tearing up the nursery
Stars more used to glittering
Pictured in the guttering
Faces caught about to laugh
Torn in half
Slipping through your fingers
See them scatter
Maybe it doesnt matter
But I still really want to pick pieces up
You cant fool me
With this lesson in cruelty
Its not as if I was asking time to stop
In violent blue
Like roses red
She laughed as she tore off his head
The hours she gazed on her former champion
Now its just a frame of sellotape and torn wallpaper
As she rips his pretty face to bits
-chorus
Its too much too soon or so it seems
To put away these childish dreams
Youll find out soon enough that worship can be tough
Love is just a name to celebrate a vision
Or confetti littered with regrets.
See it scatter...
Dear heart to good to waste
But if some hot-head should claim it
Dont rush to his embrace
And it remains to say...
Ill love you just the same, whatever your decision
As you put the paper to the flame
(its a lesson in cruelty)
