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Lyrics for I Spy by Pulp:
| | | Artist: | Pulp |
| | Album: | Different Class | | Track: | I Spy | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 85 | | | | Lyrics: | I spy a boy, I spy a girl, I spy the worse place in the world. In the whole
world. Oh you
didn't do bad, you made it out, I'm still stuck here. Oh but I'll
get out. Oh yeah I'll get
out. Can't you see a giant walks among you seeing
trough you petty lives? Do you think I do
these things for real? I do these
things just so I survive. And you know I will survive. It
may look to the
untrained eye I'm sitting on my arse all day, I'm biding time until I'll take
you all on. My Lords and Ladies I will prevail, I cannot fail. 'Cause I spy. Oh
I've got
you number, taken notes, I know the way your minds work. I have
studied. And your minds are
just the same as mine except that you are clever
swines :- You never let your mask slip, you
never admit to it, you're never
hurried. Oh no no no. And every night I hone my plan - how I
will get my
satisfaction, how I will blow your paradise away. 'Cos I spy. It's just like in
the old days - I used to compose my own critical notices in my head : " The
crowd gasp
at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle, skifully avoiding the
dog turd next to the
corner shop ". Imagining a blue plaque above the place I
first ever touch a girl's chest. But
hold on you've got to wait for the best.
You see you should take me seriously, very seriously
indeed. 'Cos I've been
sleeping with your wife for the past 16 weeks. Smoking you cigarettes,
drinking
your brandy, messing up the bed that you choose together. And in all that time I
just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon and catch us at it in
the front
room. You see I spy for a living and I specialise in revenge, on
taking the things I know will
cause you pain. I can't help it, I was dragged up.
My favorite parks are car parks. Grass is
something you smoke. Birds are
something you shag. Take your " Year in Provence " and shove it
up your ass.
Your Landbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah. With roach burns in designer
dresses and thousands of tiny dryness lines beating a path to the corner of your
eyes.
And every night I hatch my plan. It's not a case of woman v. man. It's
more a case of heves
against haven'ts and I just happen to have got what you
need, just exactly what you need yeah.
La la la, in the midnight hour. La la la,
will come to you, I will come to you. I will take
you from the sickness, dinner
parties and champagne. I'll hold your body and make it sing
again. Come on -
sing again, let's sing again. Oh yeah. 'Cos I spy. I spy a boy. I spy a girl.
I
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