The devil in the detail speaks to me at night
Lack of sleep keeps my cigarette alight
I’m troubled by a new idea
All these weeks of feeling like I never had a friend before
Sister, lawyer, mother, messenger and so much more
But the day begins to break
And I wonder what I’m so afraid of
There’s a history that repeats
In the tangle of the sheets
At that old New York hotel
Say a rose would smell as sweet
By any other name
But who can tell
Oh Eve knows all about it
She knows only too well
Eve came to me with smiles, in a winter coat and hat
No-one knew about the dagger she had planned for my back
She seemed to act so slowly
I am known for paranoia and enjoying making scenes
They’re accusing me of sharpening my fangs
Now my friends they all agree and my lover don’t seem to know me
There’s a history that repeats
In the tangle of the sheets
At that old New York hotel
Say a rose would smell as sweet
By any other name
But who can tell
Oh Eve knows all about it
She knows only too well
Every woman has an understudy waiting in the wings
Who knows the lines and how to say them to the men behind the scenes
And so the story goes
Eve played me like a card, it was my suit she wore
And I knew losing my composure was the end of my career
I’m wondering who cares, after all these years
Oh, Eve is a history that repeats
In the tangle of the sheets
At that old New York hotel
Say a rose would smell as sweet
By any other name
But who can tell
Oh Eve knows all about it
She knows only too well, she knows only too well