I Spy
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I Spy
Perf. Pulp

Album: Different Class (1995, Island Records)


I spy a boy
I spy a girl
I spy the worst place
in the world
In the whole wide world
Oh, you didn't do bad
you made it out
I'm still stuck here
Oh, but I'll get out
Oh yeah, I'll get out
Can't you see a giant walks among you seeing through your petty lives?
Do you think I do these things for real? I do these things just so I survive
And you know I will survive
It may look to the untrained eye
I'm sitting on my arse all day
I'm biding time until I take you all on
My Lords and Ladies
I will prevail
I cannot fail
'Cause I spy
Oh I've got your number, taken notes, I know the way your minds work; I have studied
And your minds are just the same as mine except that you are clever swines; you never let your mask slip
You never admit to it, you're never hurried
Oh no, no, no
And every night I hone my plan
how I will get my satisfaction
how I will blow your paradise away
Away
Away
'Cause I spy
It's just like in the old days
I used to compose me own critical notices in my head
"The crowd gasp at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle
skillfully avoiding the dog turd outside the corner shop."
Imagining a blue plaque
above the first place I ever touched a girl's chest
But hold on
you've got to wait
for the best
You see you should take me seriously
very seriously indeed
'Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeks
Smoking your cigarettes
drinking your brandy
messing up the bed that you chose together
And all that time
I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon
and catch us at it
in the front room
You see, I spy
for a living
and I specialise
in revenge
on taking the things
I know will cause you pain
I can't help it:
I was dragged up
My favourite parks are car parks
Grass is something you smoke
Birds are something you shag
Take your "Year In Provence"
and shove it
up your arse
Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah
With roach burns in designer dresses
skin stretched tight over high cheek-bones
and thousands of tiny dryness lines
beating a path to the corners of your eyes
And every night I hatch my plan
it's not a case of woman V. man
it's more a case of haves against haven'ts
and I just happen
to have got what you need
just exactly what you need, yeah
La la lala la la la la lala
In the midnight hour
La la la la la la la la lala
I will come to you
I will come to you
I will take you from this sickness
Dinner parties and champagne
I'll hold your body
and make it sing again
Come on, sing again
let's sing again
Oh yeah
'Cause I spy
I spy
I spy a boy
I spy a girl
I spy a chance
to change the world
To change your world.
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