Pulp - Sylvia [DVD] Lyrics
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Sylvia [DVD]
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What Are The Lyrics For Sylvia [DVD] By Pulp?
You look just like Sylvia:
Well you look like her to me - The way she wore her hair then. Oh, he way she used to be. I've not seen her for a long time Though I've heard she's still around. Her father's living with some girl Who's a year younger than her. She's living in the country now yeah. Oh, she's trying to get better. Her beauty was her only crime. Yeah, I remember Sylvia. So keep believing And do what you do, I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better. And please stop asking what it's got to do with you. Oh, keep believing 'cause you know that you deserve better. Who's this man you're talking to? Can't you see what he wants to do? He thinks if he stands near enough then he will look as good as you. Oh, he don't care about your problems. He just wants to show his friends. I guess I'm just the same as him - I just didn't know it then. I never understood you really And I know it's too late now. You didn't ask to be that way. Oh, I'm sorry Sylvia. So keep believing And do what you do, I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better. And please stop asking what it's got to do with you. Oh, keep believing 'cause you know that you deserve better. Yeah you know that you deserve better. Oh Sylvia. |
Who Wrote Sylvia [DVD] By Pulp?
Candida Doyle, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Mark Andrew Webber, Nick Banks, Stephen Patrick Mackey
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