Текст песни Pulp — Anorexic Beauty

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Sitting alone on a cold bar stool
Your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool
Pastel-white features, high cheek-bones
Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones

The girl of my nightmares
Sultry and corpse-like
The girl
Of my
Nightmares

Brittle fingers and thin cigarettes
So hard to tell apart
She hasn't spoken yet
She put her hand on mine
Death white on brown
Those whirlpool eyes
Well, I begin to drown

The girl of my nightmares
Erotic and skull-faced
The girl
Of my
Nightmares

Anorexic beauty
Feather-weight perfection
Anorexic beauty
Underweight
Goddess

Sitting alone on a cold bar stool
You're so hard to tell apart
She hasn't spoken yet
Pastel-white features, high cheek-bones
Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones

The girl of my nightmares
Sultry and corpse-like
The girl
Of my
Nightmares

Anorexic beauty
Feather-weight perfection
Anorexic beauty
Underweight
Goddess

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