F.E.E.L.I.N.G.S.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.


N.B. Please do not read the lyrics whilst listening to the recordings


The room is cold
And has been like this for several months.
If I close my eyes
I can visualise everything in it
Right down, right down to the broken handle
On the third drawer down of the dressing table.
And the world outside this room
Has also assumed a familiar shape,
The same events shuffled in a slightly different order each day.
Just like a modern shopping center.

And it's so cold
Yeah it's so cold.
What is this
Feeling called love?
Why me?
Why you?
Why here?
Why now?
It doesn't make no sense.
No, it's not convenient.
No, it doesn't fit my plans.
No. It's something I don't understand.

Oh. And as I stand and cross the room
I feel as if my whole life
Has been leading to this one moment.
And as I touch your shoulder
Tonight this room has become
The centre of the entire universe.
So what do I do?
I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach
Like I'm standing on top af a very high building.
Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the movies,
But this isn't chocolate boxes and roses
It's dirtier than that,
Like some small animal that only comes out at night.
And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts
And the curve of your belly
And they make me have to sit down and catch my breath.

It's so cold
Yeah it's so cold.
Oh what is this
Feeling called love?
Why me?
Why you?
Why here?
And why now?
It doesn't make no sense.
No it's not convenient.
No. It doesn't fit my plans but
I got that taste in my mouth again,
Oh F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A. double L.E.D.L.O.V.E.
What is this thing that is happening to me?
F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A. double L.E.D.L.O.V.E.
What is this thing that is happening to me?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.


Lyrics by Jarvis Cocker, music by Pulp.
From the album Different Class

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