New Lace Sleeves [alternate version]

Bad lovers face to face in the morning
With shy apologies and polite regrets
Slow dances that left no one enough
Outraged glances and indiscreet yawning
Good manners and bad breath will get you nowhere
Even presidents have newspaper lovers
Ministers go crawling under covers

No more heroes
No more saints
They're all covered up with whitewash and grease paint

You say the teacher never told you anything but white lies
But you never see the lies that you believe
Oh, you know you have been captured
You feel so civilized
And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves

The salty lips of the socialite sisters
With their continental fingers
That have never seen working blisters
Oh, I know they've got their problems
How I wish I was one of them
They say Daddy's coming home soon
With his sergeant stripes and his Empire mug and spoon

No more fast buck
When they gonna learn their lesson?
When they gonna stop all of these victory processions?

You say the teacher never told you anything but white lies
But you never see the lies that you believe
Oh, you know you have been captured
You feel so civilized
And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves

And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves
And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves
And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves