Anorexic Beauty by Pulp

Sitting alone on / a cold bar stool, / your cold, hard eyes make me / feel a fool. /
Pastel-white features, / high cheek-bones, / scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. / The
girl of my nightmares, / sultry and corpse-like. / The girl / of my / nightmares. /
Brittle fingers, / and thin cigarettes, / so hard to tell apart, / (she hasn't spoken
yet.) / You put your hand on mine, / death white on brown, / those whirlpool eyes; / well,
I begin to drown. / The girl of my nightmares, / erotic and skull-faced. / The girl / of
my / nightmares. / Anorexic beauty, / feather-weight perfection, / anorexic beauty, /
underweight / goddess. / Sitting alone on / a cold bar stool, your / so hard to tell
apart, / (she hasn't spoken yet.) / Pastel-white features, / high cheek-bones, /
scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. / The girl of my nightmares, / sultry and
corpse-like. / The girl / of my / nightmares. / Anorexic beauty, / feather-weight
perfection, / anorexic beauty, / underweight / goddess.