# From: kauy6@central.susx.ac.uk (David Twisleton) {t:Lipgloss} {st:Pulp} {c:1st VERSE} [Dm]No wonder you're looking thin when a[C]ll that you live [G]on is l[C]ipgloss a[G]nd cigarr[Dm]ettes and scraps at the end of the day when he's g[C]iven the r[G]est to s[C]omeone with l[G]ong black h[Dm]air all those nights in making such a m[C]ess of the b[G]ed oh you ne[C]ver ever w[G]anted to go h[Dm]ome he says he wants you so you may as well hang aro[C]und for a wh[G]ile call your D[C]ad on the ph[G]one Oh[F] [F]He changed his mind last monday [Fm] so you've gotta leave by Sunday y[C]eah Oh you've lost your l[Em]ipgloss honey oh y[C]eah Now nothing you [Em]do can turn him [F]on there's something wrong you h[Fm]ad it once but now it's gone {c:SECOND VERSE} And you feel such a fool for laughing at bad jokes and putting up with all of his friends and kissing in public what are they gonna say when they bump into you again that your stomach looks bigger and your eyes are just holes in your face and it rains every day but when it doesn't the sun makes you feel worse anyway {c:Chorus again} [G] Though you knew there was [C]no way it was g[F]oing to last fo[G]rever it still shook you when he t[C]old you in a le[F]tter that he didn't want to [Fm]see you you nearly lost your mind oh y[C]eah {c:You've lost your lipgloss... etc, to end} ======================================================== Lipgloss, de Pulp ========================================================
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