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Lyrics for Disco 2OOO by Pulp:
| | | Artist: | Pulp |
| | Album: | Different Class | | Track: | Disco 2OOO | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 104 | | | | Lyrics: | Well we were born within one hour of each other.
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother.
Your name is Deborah. Deborah. It never suited ya.
Oh they thought that when we grew up we'd get married, never split up.
We never did it although often I thought of it.
Oh Deborah do you recall.
Your house was very small with wood chip on the wall.
When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all.
I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
You were the first girl at school to get breasts.
Martyn said that yours were the best.
The boys all loved you but I was a mess.
I had to watch them trying to get you undressed.
We were friends but that was as far as it went.
I used to walk you home.
Sometimes it meant nothing to you cause you were so very popular.
Ah Deborah do you recall.
Your house was very small with woodchip on the wall.
When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all.
I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
And now you've paid your money and you've taken your choice.
I know we'll never meet again but I want you to know
Want you to know that I remember every single thing.
Ah do you recall.
Your house was very small with wood chip on the wall.
When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all.
I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
Oh what are you doing Sunday baby.
Would you like to come and meet me maybe you can even bring your baby.
Ohhh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. What are you doing Sunday baby.
Would you like to come and meet me baby you can even bring your baby.
Ooh ooh oh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Oh. | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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