She's Pulling Out The Pin - Elvis Costello, The Imposters

She’s pulling out the pin

That lets her hair fall down

She shakes her head and

It goes tumbling

Her smile was out of place

So she swept it off her face

Let me find the words and say them

Like some softly whispered Amen

As she starts to pull away

And the lights begin to dim

Is she thinking of me Or is she thinking of him

She’s pulling out the pin

She’s slipping off the hook

Unbuttoning her dress

There’s just enough to make some man a mess

She tears away the veil

With her fingernails

She came out high and kicking

While the band played «Hey good lookin'»

Do you hear something ticking?

Did somebody tell her?

You can really be redeemed

Could she actually be?

As desperate as she seems

She’s tearing at the seams

She’s going to extremes

Nobody told her it was a sin

So she’s pulling out the pin

She’s taping up her hands

Just as a boxer will

They started laughing

But if looks could kill

She’d take them down right now

She’s covering her mouth

With someone or without

There’s nothing more to say

This is her wedding day

Full of shattered glass and mayhem

Not one softly whispered amen

She’s knocking down some doors

And the smoke begins to fill

Where the world without her ends

And the next one begins

She’s pulling out the pin