Les paroles de la chanson
« Pardon me madam, my name is eve »
Elvis Costello
Pardon me, Madam, my name is Eve
I think it’s time for you to leave
I don’t believe that we have met
That’s one thing you would not forget
In another time or life
When I was his only wife
When I was his only bride
Before I was torn out from his side
In the orchard apples are withering
In the shadows something is slithering
So go along there if you must
And try to do as I suggest
He’s just a gathering of dust
And if he can’t recall my name
Tell him to take his time, it’s worth recovering
Look at me, and what I’m covered in
I’m covered in shame
I came back looking for my man
Wandered everywhere and then
Stood outside and gazed upon
A beautiful garden, a shimmering pond
See the sunlight on the leaves that dapple
Did you see my little teeth marks on the apple?
Don’t close the door on the hand I’m offering
There is always someone on the outside doing all of the suffering
In the orchard, apples are withering
In the shadows, something is slithering
But in another time or life
When I was his only wife
When I was his only bride
Before I was torn out
Before I was torn out
Before I was torn out
From his side
Pardon me, Madam, my name is Eve
Pardon me, Madam, my name is Eve
I think it’s time for one of us to leave
I think it’s time for you to leave
I don’t believe that we have met
That’s one thing you would not forget
In another time or life
When I was his only wife
When I was his only bride
Before I was torn out from his side
In the orchard apples are withering
In the shadows something is slithering
So go along there if you must
And try to do as I suggest
He’s just a gathering of dust
And if he can’t recall my name
Tell him to take his time, it’s worth recovering
Look at me, and what I’m covered in
I’m covered in shame
I came back looking for my man
Wandered everywhere and then
Stood outside and gazed upon
A beautiful garden, a shimmering pond
See the sunlight on the leaves that dapple
Did you see my little teeth marks on the apple?
Don’t close the door on the hand I’m offering
There is always someone on the outside doing all of the suffering
In the orchard, apples are withering
In the shadows, something is slithering
But in another time or life
When I was his only wife
When I was his only bride
Before I was torn out
Before I was torn out
Before I was torn out
From his side
Pardon me, Madam, my name is Eve
Pardon me, Madam, my name is Eve
I think it’s time for one of us to leave