Almost Ideal Eyes - Elvis Costello

Here she comes with her almost ideal eyes

and her flawless skin and her petulant pout

The memory of such a long blond alibi

still makes me want to shout out loud

You ************ when you clear your head my dear

you can’t come out here in those stolen clothes

Telling me all about some mystery

I hope she isn’t one, I hope she isn’t one of those

Almost ideal eyes

Viewed through a rosey hue

so beautiful, trusting

You find liberal is an insult now and care is what you pay for

Be sure of what you’re wishing for, be careful what you pray for

When you look into those almost ideal

Love is smiles, he will hypnotize you wild

He tries to analyze your dreams

Fill you up with all his big ideas while he really wants to make you

Scream out loud at the phony innocence

and pained pretence and the dismal rage.

The vacant lot that thankfully time forgot

Where you never have to act, you never have to act your age

Almost ideal eyes

Viewed through a rosey hue

so beautiful, trusting

you find stupid is a compliment and thrill is what you play for

Be sure of what you’re wishing for, be careful what you pray for

When you look into those almost ideal eyes

In the spirit (?) all your friends look uglier

and you find you’re wearing an evening gown

Weeping over some tiny broken bird

while the sky is decorated

shocking pink and a dirty shade of brown

and you think you need to be tranquilized

a feat that may fit to your new career

Whatever you invent you’ll never be content with

Almost ideal eyes

Viewed through a rosey hue

so beautiful, trusting

rebellion is just currency, the moon is what you pay for

be sure of what you’re looking for, be careful what you pray for

when you look into those almost ideal eyes

Here she comes, here she comes now…