Burnt Sugar Is So Bitter-Elvis Costello/The Imposters

She says what has her daddy done That you want him to be punished When she woke up one day to find That he was starting to vanish But if you hope To hear voices You know you should not be listening Push the vigilant lips Make a slice of her face Said the scandalous whispering She's not on her own with the rest of her riches As the kids paint him out of their refrigerator b***hes She picks up the bills and pays the babysitter 'cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter And once there was a time Before you turned strange She thought they'd be together For more than a lifetime Look at them now My how things have changed He can tell his sweetheart Out of any girl on just a whiff And turn it from a candy to a caramel And make her hate the silouette she used to feel And say "I know nothing about you." Now what's left of the birthday cake Smeared and beautifully frosted An absent father picks up the phone To find the number's unlisted While the kids are distracted She'll notice _she's nervous at all_ But how long will it take Not to make a mistake When a gentleman comes to call She's not on her own with the rest of her riches As the kids tear down their refrigerator pictures They already know how a woman may advance From a pretty picture hat to a supermarket trance Where it is unkind she might as well forget it 'cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter Burnt sugar is so bitter Burnt sugar Burnt sugar Burnt sugar