Laughing Boy - Pulp

If you stay out all nite that’s alright by me but if you must kiss those guys you could at least clean your teeth

I don’t mean to put you down / but you’ve taken everything that I own

Don’t tell me you want some more 'cos I’m closed

Who is this laughing boy who ladders your tights?

Please tell him to cut the noise / 'cos it’s spoiling my nites

I just want to get some rest / and he’s talking to his Ma on the phone

Well, if he’s so homesick he can go home / I don’t need this anymore

and it’s written in the stars I must go / And will I come back for more?

I don’t know / I don’t know.