Pulp - His 'n' Hers Lyrics
Ive got the time / and youve got the space / Im gonna wipe you down / and lick theSmile off your face, the smile off your face / though we know that its wrong / towel sets/ matching combs / oh it looks so good but does it turn you on? / oh... / I want you now /And I want you here / so lie down by the fire / and if the neighbours hear, the neighboursHear / cos they dont understand / what youve got / in your hand / oh it looks so goodBut does it turn you on? / oh... yeah! / are we going to do it again? / sideways? / I wasStill in the queue when you came / delivered me from his n hers / you pulled the unitsDown / delivered me from his n hers / and when I saw his face / oh it made me feelBetter / oh now its gone too far / we gave up hope / and the futures bleak / just a soapOn a rope, a soap on a rope / put the rope around his neck / pull it tight / hes erect /Oh and it looks so good but does it turn you on? / oh... yeah! / are we going to do itAgain? / shove it in sideways / I was still in the queue when you came / delivered me fromHis n hers / you pulled the units down / delivered me from his n hers / and when I sawHis face / oh it made me feel better / so we laid in bed afterwards and / she asked me /What made me frightened / and I said / Im frightened of belgian chocolates / imFrightened of pot pourri / Im frightened of james dean posters / Im frightened ofTwenty-six inch screens / Im frightened of remote control / Im frightened of endowmentPlans / Im frightened of figurines / Im frightened of evenings in the brincliffe oaksSearching for a conversation. / oh youre stupid, she said / and sheTook my hand / she took my hand and she said / i want / I want you / I want you to /I want you to touch / I want you to touch me / I want you to touch me. / oh... / areWe going to do it again? / shove it in sideways / I was still in the queue when you came /Delivered me from his n hers / you pulled the units down / delivered me from his nHers / and when I saw his face / you know it made me feel better.
