Live Bed Show

Pulp

She doesn't have to go to work
But she doesn't want to stay in bed
'Cause it's changed from something comfortable
To something else instead

This bed has seen it all
From the first time to the last
The silences of now
And the good times of the past

And it only cost ten pounds
From a shop just down the road
But, dear, that was seven years ago
And things were very different then

It didn't get much rest at first
The headboard banging in the night

The neighbors didn't dare complain
Oh, everything was going right

Now, there's no need to complain
'Cause it never makes a sound

Something beautiful left town
And she doesn't even know its name

Now every night she plays the sad game, ooh-ooh-ooh
Called pretending nothing's going wrong, ooh
Oh, but she knows
If this show was televised
No one would watch it
Not tonight but seven years ago

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Now there's no need to complain
'Cause it never makes a sound
Oh, something beautiful left town
And she never even knew its name

She doesn't have to go to work
But she doesn't want to stay in bed
'Cause it's changed from something comfortable
To something else instead