Текстове на песни: Pulp. Stacks.

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I saw you standing at the stop
In your crochet halter top
And your sky-blue training bra
I know you're gonna go too far
You're driving all the boys insane
Down by the sports hall in the rain
Chewing-gum, a navy dress
A purple shirt and all the rest

Oh there's stacks to do
And there's stacks to see
And there's stacks to touch
And there's stacks to be
So many ways for you to spend your time
Such a lot
But I know
That you've got stacks

I heard you let him touch too much
On the back seat of the bus
Did you stay over at his place?
And did you do it?
Was he ace?
The world is bigger every day
And you've always got something to say
And you've always got somewhere to go
It's getting faster don't you know?

And there's stacks to do
And there's stacks to see
And there's stacks to touch
And there's stacks to be
So many ways for you to spend your time
Such a lot
But I know
That you've got stacks
Oh there's stacks to do
And there's stacks to see
Oh yes stacks to touch
And there's stacks to be
So many ways for you to spend your time
Such a lot
But I know
That you've got
Places to go
And faces to kiss
Boys to confuse and appointments to miss
So many ways for you to spend your time
Such a lot
But I know that you've got
Yeah I know that you've got stacks