Pulp

Don't bother saying you're sorry / Why don't you come in / Smoke all my cigarettes again /
Every time I get no further / How long has it been? / Come on in now, wipe your feet on my
dreams / You take up my time / Like some cheap magazine / When I could have been learning
something / Oh well, you know what I mean, oh / I've done this before / And I will do it
again / Come on and kill me baby / While you smile like a friend / Oh and I'll come
running / Just to do it again / You are the last drink I never should have drunk / You are
the body hidden in the trunk / You are the habit I can't seem to kick / You are my secrets