Pulp - Lipgloss: lyrics de la chanson

No wonder you're looking thin, when all that you live on is lipgloss and
cigarettes. And scraps at the end of the day when he's given the rest to
sommetaeone with long black hair. All those nights in, making such a mess
of the bed. Oh you never ever want to go home. And he wants you so
you may as well hang around for a while, call your dad on the phone. He
changed his mind last Monday, so you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah.
You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah. Now nothing you do can turn
him on, there's something wrong. You had it once but now it's gone.
And you feel such a fool for laughing at bad jokes and putting up with all
of his friends and kissing in public. What are they gonna say when they
run into you again? That your stomach looks bigger and your hair is a
mess and your eyes are just holes in your face. And it rains every day
and when it doesn't, the sun makes you feel worse anyway. He
changed his mind last Monday, now you've gotta leave by Sunday,
yeah. You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah. Now nothing you do