Texty: Pulp. Live Bed Show.

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She doesn't have to go to work,
But she doesn't want to stay in bed,
Cos it's changed from something comfortable,
To something else instead.
This bed has seen it all,
From the first time to the last,
The silences of now,
And the good times of the past.
And it only cost ten pounds,
From a shop just down the road,
But that was seven years ago,
And things were very different then.
It didn't get much rest at first,
The headboard banging in the night.
The neighbours didn't dare complain,
Oh everything was going right.
Now there's no need to complain,
Cos it never makes a sound.
Something beautiful left town,
And she doesn't even know its name.
Now every night she plays the sad game
Ooh ah ah,
Called pretending nothing's going wrong oh,
Oh but she knows,
If this show was televised,
No one would watch it,
Not tonight but sven years ago.
La la la la la la la
Now there's no need to complain,
Cos it never makes a sound,
Something beautiful left town,
And she never even knew its name.
She doesn't have to go to work,
But she doesn't want to stay in bed,
Cos it's changed from something comfortable,
To something else instead