Pulp - Anorexic beauty
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E A G B - Whole way through
ESitting alone on a Acold bar stool
Your cGold, hard eyes make me Bfeel a fool
EPastel-white features, Ahigh cheek-bones
GScarlet-blooded lips Band deathly tones
EThe girl of my nightmareAs
GSultry and corpse-likBe
EThe girl Aof my GnightmaresB
Brittle fingers and thin cigarettes
So hard to tell apart
She hasn't spoken yet
You put your hand on mine
Death-white on brown
Those whirlpool eyes
Well I begin to drown
The girl of my nightmares
Erotic and skullfaced
The girl of my nightmares
Anorexic beauty
Featherweight perfection
Anorexic beauty
Underweight goddess!
E A G B(2x)
Sitting alone on a cold bar stool, you're
So hard to tell apart
She hasn't spoken yet
Pastel white features, high cheekbones
Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones
The girl of my nightmares
Sultry and corpselike
The girl of my nightmares
E A G B(1x)
[Loud]
Anorexic beauty
Featherweight perfection
Anorexic beauty
Underweight goddess!