Pulp - 59, Lyndhurst Grove lyrics

There's a picture by his first
Wife on the wall
Stripped floor-boards in the kitchen
And the hall
A stain from last week's party on the stairs
No one knows who made it or
How it ever got there
They were dancing with children
Round their legs
Talking business, books and records
Art and sex
All things being considered you'd
Call it a success

You wore your black dress oh oh oh oh

He's an architect and such a lovely guy
And he'll stay with you until the day you die
And he'll give you everything
You could desire oh well almost everything
Everything that he can buy
So you sometimes go out in the afternoon
Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom
Hearing old women rolling trolleys
Down the road
Back to Lyndhurst Grove, Lyndhurst Grove oh