Pulp 59 Lyndhurst Grove Lyrics:
There's a picture by his first wife on the wall
Stripped floor-boards in the kitchen and the hall
A stain from last week's party on the stairs No
one knows who made it or how it ever got there
They were dancing with children round their legs
Talking business, books and records, art and sex
All things being considered you'd call it a
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success You wore your black dress oh-oh oh-oh...
He's an architect and such a lovely guy and he'll
stay with you until the day you die And he'll give
you everything you could desire Oh well almost
everything everything that he can buy So you
sometimes go out in the afternoon Spend an hour
with your lover in his bedroom hear old women
rolling trolleys down the road Back to Lyndhurst
Grove Lyndhurst Grove Oh.
Lyrics: 59 Lyndhurst Grove, Pulp [end]