Testi:
Pulp We Love Life

in, breathe in, breathe out. Corny I know, but you had better believe it I love my life. I love my life. I love my life. God, how I love my life. That

The feel of my arm around your waist, the pale blue nightdress that you wore. Your hair in braids, your sailor top: the things I don't see anymore. You

breathing. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving. I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love

camp somewhere outside Leeds. Because we do not care to fight, my friends - we are the weeds. Because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees. Ah. We

charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in. Bring your camera, take photo of life on the

The word's on the streets we've found someone new If he looks nothin' like me I'm so happy for you I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the Church

much that you want to try The world wants to sleep with you tonight But Minnie, Minnie if I could I would give you the rest of my life How can a girl

The feel of my arm around your waist The pale blue nightdress that you wore oh oh Your hair in braids, your sailor top The things that I don't see anymore

our carriers on our knees Wound up in some holdin' camp Somewhere outside Leeds Because we do not care to fight My friends, we are the weeds Because we