Cufflink Theory

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Intro

Funny thing about a perfect alibi It always forgets one button

Verse 1

Eleven-forty-seven, Park Avenue light He pours me a coffee, says everything's right Says the wife slipped on Tuesday, the marble was wet But the watch on his wrist isn't keeping in step There's a cufflink on the carpet by the second-floor stair And the other one's missing from the suit that he wore Now I'm smiling like a tourist, like I lost in the cab But I counted seven roses and the vase needs eight

Pre-chorus

He thinks I'm just a curious thing A tote bag and a question and a brightly colored ring But I clocked the dry-cleaner tag, I clocked the doorman's eye I clocked the way you flinched when I asked about the time

Chorus

Oh, the cufflink theory, dear Every killer leaves a souvenir A receipt, a thread, a Tuesday lie A little detail that won't say goodbye Oh, the cufflink theory, dear You can dress in linen, you can disappear But the room remembers, and so do I Honey, the cufflink theory never lies

Post-chorus

The cufflink theory never lies

Verse 2

Now you offer me a croissant like the case is closed Like the doorman didn't text me at a quarter past four You think charm is a doorway and I'm easy to lose But my pen is in my pocket and the ink is bruised blue There's a Post-it on the elevator, "Tuesday, eleven sharp" And the cleaning crew skipped Tuesday, that's a strange little spark You can keep the espresso, dear, I'll take the truth And a quiet conversation with the building security booth

Pre-chorus

You thought I was a kitten with a notebook and a giggle But I read between your sentences and watched the pieces wiggle I clocked the way the doorman wouldn't meet your eye I clocked the way you laughed when I said "Tuesday's strange"

Chorus

Bridge

You know, my late husband used to say "The truth is a guest who refuses to leave." I never understood it until I started solving murders In rooms exactly like this one And the funny part, the really funny part Is you offered me cream But the spoon you set down was already warm Tuesday, eleven-forty-seven, dear

Chorus

Outro

Oh, and the second cufflink I think it's in your jacket pocket Yes, that one

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