Текст песни: Pulp. Intro. 59 Lyndhurst Grove.

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There's a picture by his first wife on the wall
Stripped floor-boards in the kitchen and the hall
A stain from last week's party on the stairs
No-one knows who made it
Or how it ever got there
They were dancing with children round their necks
Talking business, books and records, art and sex
All things being considered
You'd call it a success
You wore your black dress

He's an architect and such a lovely guy
And he'll stay with you until the day you die
And he'll give you everything you could desire
Oh well almost everything
Everything that he can buy
So you sometimes go out in the afternoon
Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom
Hear old women rolling trolleys down the road
Back to Lyndhurst Grove
Lyndhurst Grove, Oh