Maureen

Pulp

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    Maureen's divine incision
    Cuts through my sense of reason
    Mind goes back to the first time
    Start of the racing season
    Down at the Redcar races
    Bare flesh in public places
    I won't forget her face
    As she ran into me

    Maureen's tearing at my heart
    Spending all my time on Maureen
    And Maureen's kicking in my soul
    Dreaming all my dreams of Maureen
    Right now!

    You knocked me down, you knocked my over
    My blood upon the tarmac
    I tore the dress from your back
    You are my death, you are my lover
    Your red car is a hearse
    And your red dress my shroud

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    Maureen's tearing at my heart
    Spending all my time on Maureen
    And Maureen's kicking in my soul
    Dreaming all my dreams of Maureen
    Right now!

    Your tyres shred my skin
    You look like the devil's daughter
    And I'll get no redress
    But I enjoy the slaughter
    In your red dress
    In your red dress walking over me
    In your red car
    In your red car running over me

    Maureen's tearing at my heart
    Spending all my time on Maureen
    And Maureen's kicking in my soul
    Dreaming all my dreams of Maureen
    Dreaming all my dreams of Maureen
    Dreaming all my dreams of Maureen
    Right now!

    Maureen!

    Song details

    Composition: Russell Senior and Jarvis Cocker

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