It was a real party of swells. — Elvis Costello, Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink
It was a real party of swells. — Elvis Costello, Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink
It was a real party of swells. — Elvis Costello, Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink
It was a real party of swells. — Elvis Costello, Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink
It was a real party of swells. — Elvis Costello, Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink
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It was a real party of swells.

— Elvis Costello, Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink
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