Pulp | Lyrics | Lipgloss

No wonder you're looking thin
When all that you live on is lip gloss and cigarettes
And scraps at the end of the day
When he's given the rest to someone with long black hair

All those nights up making such a mess of the bed
Oh, you never ever wanna go home
And he wants you so you may as well hang around for a while
Call your Dad on the phone, ah

He changed his mind last Monday
So you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah
Oh, you've lost your lip gloss 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 laughin' 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, ah

He changed his mind last Monday
So you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah
Oh, you've lost your lip gloss honey, oh yeah
Now nothing you do can turn him on
There's something wrong
You had it once but now it's gone

Though you knew
There was no way it was gonna last for ever
It still shook you
When he told you in a letter
That he didn't wanna see you
You nearly lost your mind, oh yeah

Oh, you've lost your lip gloss honey, oh yeah
Now nothing you do can turn him on
There's something wrong
You had it once but now it's gone, oh yeah

Oh, you've lost your lip gloss honey, oh yeah
Now nothing you do can turn him on
There's something wrong, yeah
You had it once but now it's gone

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh oh oh
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Oh yeah