Saturday, November 04, 2006

like a friend by Pulp

From the movie, Great Expectations.

Got to watch the movie again soon. Damn good show.

Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in smoke all my cigarettes again
Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams

You take up my time like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh

I've done this before and I will do it again
Come on and kill me baby while you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again

You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end

Let me tell you now
it's lucky for you that we're friends.

janet at 10:34 PM