Mr. Feathers - Elvis Costello, The Imposters

They looked at her this way ever since she was a girl

Mr. Feathers, Mr. Feathers

The echo in every smile that would curl into a leer

Oh my dear, Mr. Feathers is near

The counter is falling

Something is spoiling

It’s really appalling

You pleased and you promised

You never saw it through

Nobody knows the damage that we do

Do you carry it with you?

She passed him out in the street

He suddenly seemed so frail

As her fast heart beat

She should kick him anyway

Sharpen her nails…

For eyes that strayed where hands should never stray

She thought she was wanton ever since she was a girl

Mr. Feathers, Mr. Feathers

The kindness in every smile that would curl into a sneer

Oh my dear, Mr. Feathers is near

Her lover is calling

Something is spoiling

It’s really appalling

You pleased and you promised

You never saw it through

Nobody knows the damage that we do

The damage that we do