Artist: richard thompson
Song: the way that it shows
You're going to give yourself away, one of these nights
Your gaze of compassion just a little too right
Your hug of encouragement, a little too tight
And then he'll know, it's the little things betray
You're going to give yourself away to some Casanova
On the spills and stains of a backstage sofa
He'll catch you yawning with one leg over
And there's the sin must be the enemy within
That's the way that it shows
A slip of the tongue
A squeeze of the hand
That's the way that it shows
There's glycerin in the tear, rouge in the blush
Your artful stammer, a little too rushed
All passion to the eye, all cold to the touch
And then he'll guess your mind has drifted in the kiss
There's a chink in your amour, a crack in your defenses
When your iron will, gives way to your senses
Your whispered sweet nothings, all sound like expenses
And that's enough, he won't believe your words of love
That's the way that it shows
A slip of the tongue
A squeeze of the hand
That's the way that it shows
