Besedila: Pulp. Laughing Boy.

:
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