So this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you
In a private detective`s overcoat
And dirty dead man`s shoes
The pretty things of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor`s gate
`Cause the high heel
He used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps
That would follow him around
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time
There`s a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination
But for his private wife
And kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumor
Days of dutch courage
Just three French letters
And a German sense of humor
He`s got a mind like a sewer
And a heart like a fridge
He stands to be insulted
And he pays for the privilege
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time
The biggest wheels of industry
Retire sharp and short
And the after dinner overtures
Are nothing but an after thought
Somebody`s creeping in the kitchen
There`s a reputation to be made
Whose nerves are always on a knife`s edge
Who`s up late polishing the blade
Love is always scarpering
Or cowering or fawning
You drink yourself insensitive
And hate yourself in the morning
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time
But will you still love
A man out of time
But will you still love
A man out of time
