Pulp - Anorexic Beauty lyrics
[Pulp - Anorexic Beauty lyrics]
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
You put your 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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