Anorexic Beauty Lyrics - Freaks - Pulp

Sitting alone on a cold bar stool, 

your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool. 

Pastel-white features, 

high cheek-bones, 

scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. 

The girl of my nightmares, 

sultry and corpse-like. 

The girl 

of my 

nightmares. 

Brittle fingers, 

and thin cigarettes, 

so hard to tell apart, 

she hasn't spoken yet. 

You put your hand on mine, 

death white on brown, 

those whirlpool eyes; 

well, I begin to drown. 

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The girl of my nightmares, 

erotic and skull-faced. 

The girl 

of my 

nightmares. 

Anorexic beauty, 

feather-weight perfection, 

anorexic beauty, 

underweight 

goddess. 

Sitting alone on 

a cold bar stool, your 

so hard to tell apart, 

she hasn't spoken yet. 

Pastel-white features, 

high cheek-bones, 

scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. 

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The girl of my nightmares, 

sultry and corpse-like. 

The girl 

of my 

nightmares. 

Anorexic beauty, 

feather-weight perfection, 

anorexic beauty, 

underweight 

goddess.