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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 the giant that walks around 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 ass all day I'm biding time until I take you all on My Lords and Ladies I will prevail I can not fail 'Cause I spy
Oh I've got your numbers, taken notes I know the ways your minds work, I've 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
And it's just like in the old days I used to compose my own critical notices in my head "The crowd gasp at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle Skilfully avoiding the dog turd outside the corner shop." Imagining a blue plaque Above the place I first 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 in 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 specialize in revenge On taking the things I know will cause you pain I can't help it I was dragged up My favorite parks are car parks Grass is something you smoke Birds are something you shag Take your "Year in Provence" And shove it up your ass
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
About this track
"I Spy" is a song by Pulp from the album Different Class, released in 1995. The song was written by Candida Doyle, Jarvis Cocker, Mark Webber, Nick Banks, Russell Senior, Steve Mackey. It was produced by Chris Thomas.
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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 la la la la la la la la la In the midnight hour La la la la la la la la la la la 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 Yes, I spy
I spy a boy And I spy a girl I spy the chance To change the world To change your world
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