terça-feira, setembro 05, 2006

- original soundtrack -


Don't bother saying sorry
Why don't you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes - again.
Everytime 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
Well, you know what I mean.

I've done this before
And will do it again
C'mon and kill me baby
Whilst you smile like a friend
And I'll come running
Just to do it again.

I can't believe it
That this is still going on
Just how stupid can one person be?
Just how stupid and wrong

You are that 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 train I never should have caught
You are the but that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age.

Like a car wash 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 just got to stay 'til the end
Let me tell you -
it's lucky for you that we're friends.

(Like a friend, Pulp)