Pulp - In Many Ways | Текст песни

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Hey you're treading on my life
You're leaving marks but that's alright
In a year or so I'll look back and I'll smile
These things last only for a while

In many ways
This is a waste of time
What will become of it all?
I make you cry
Know you in crowded streets
Not what I wanted at all

Then what else could I do
Instead of thinking about you?
Pleasure now will justify our love
See I even call it love

In many ways
There's nothing I'd rather do
One kiss makes sense of it all
And what's to come?
Let's just not think about it
It might never happen at all