Pulp - Street Lites | Текст песни

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Doorways
Corners
And the street lights dance in your eyes
Behind the cinema, in the rain
In the subway
where the walls crumble and cover you in fine dust
'cos we haven't got a home to go to, ah
Touch me
by the railings
on the back seat
or the top deck
or the back row
Can you feel me against you?
Oh you know
we shouldn't
we shouldn't
we should
I want to... yeah
Mmmm...
What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there?
It wouldn't be the same if we didn't know it was wrong
Oh touch me
and then go whilst I can still taste you
Oh yeah, leave me
and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow, yeah
Someone wants to watch by the side of the Lina Stores
Policewoman chasing newspapers
Hiding in doorways, (?)
Did they see us? And do you care?
Pull the night-time tight around us
and we can keep each other warm
Whilst cars drive by
en-route to dried-up dinners
and strip-lit kitchens
and the smell of gas
and potato peelings
What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there?
It wouldn't be the same if we didn't know it was wrong
Oh touch me
and then go whilst I can still taste you
Oh yeah, leave me
and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow, yeah
Walking, walking, yeah...
We've got to go on meeting like this
I don't want to live with you
or anywhere near you
I want to catch you unawares
Undressing in front of a window maybe
Even pressing up next to it as I drive by
Did you see me?
Could you tell that I was watching?
Did it make it feel better?
Yeah, it was good for me too
Did you think about me?
Or did you close your eyes?
Think that maybe it was my hand that was touching you?
My breath against your face?
And when your opened your eyes
did the world tip off its axis for a few seconds?
And you thought you caught a tiny glimpse of something...
something hidden behind his shoulder as he moved towards you?
Yeah, I felt it too
And it felt good
And it felt good, and it felt good...
In a strange kind of way
in the way that things that aren't supposed to feel good
sometimes do
Oh take it away, yeah
What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there?
It wouldn't be the same if we didn't know it was wrong
Oh touch me
and then go whilst I can still taste you
Oh yeah leave me
and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow, yeah
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba...
What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there?
It wouldn't be the same if we didn't know it was wrong
Oh touch me
and then go whilst I can still taste you
Oh yeah leave me
and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow, yeah

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