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Pencil Skirt - Pulp

"When you raise your pencil skirt like a veil before my eyes Like the look upon his face as he's zipping up his flies. Oh I know that you're engaged to him. Oh but I know that you want something to play"

Something Changed - Pulp

"I wrote the song two hours before we met. I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet. Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed. I could have gone to see a film instead. You might have"

Sorted For E's & Wizz - Pulp

"Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel? Or just 20,000 people standing in a field. And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is. But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out"

The Professional - Pulp

"Oh I'm back in the full effect / I can't even hold myself erect I got nothing that I wanna say / I'm gonna say it anyway I know you think that I've lost it, baby I know you think that my star is fading"

Laughing Boy - Pulp

"If you stay out all nite that's alright by me but if you must kiss those guys you could at least clean your teeth I don't mean to put you down / but you've taken everything that I own Don't tell me"

Tomorrow Never Lies - Pulp

"Tomorrow never lies so live for today Don't be afraid of the skeletons of yesterday Each morning brings you closer to your goal so grab your chance don't let it go The city streets are littered with"

Underwear - Pulp

"Why don't you close the door and shut the curtains 'cos you're not going anywhere. He's coming up the stairs and in a moment he'll want to see your underwear. You couldn't stop it now. There's no way"

Monday Morning - Pulp

"There's nothing to do so you just stay in bed,oh poor thing Why live in the world when you can live in your head? Mmm when you can go out late from Monday till Saturday turns into Sunday And now you're"

97 Lovers - Pulp

"I'm being followed home, I'm being followed home, I don't know what for, I don't know by whom. The smell of your dress, a face in the rain, the pavement shines wet in focus again. Oh... oh... oh... oh. In"

Aborigine - Pulp

"Starts so slowly, just a place to stay Somewhere warm where they can spend their days Air is stagnant and he feels unclean Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene Something's happened and it's not so good Broken"

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