Blue Girls by Pulp

The blue girls that bake in the sun / Skin falls in flakes from each one / Like leaves
from autumn trees / they float upon the breeze / These girls you have loved / are slowly
decaying / Ah / Drying out in the sun / before your eyes / Wild stares in your face / they
seem to accuse you / Oh / What have you done / to earn this prize? / The flesh underneath
candy-pink / Quite a strange affair you might think / They gasp and moan for air / Beached
fish on your lawn-chair / These girls you have loved / are slowly decaying / Ah / Drying
out in the sun / before your eyes / Wild stares in your face / they seem to accuse you /
Oh / What have you done / to earn this prize? / Fragments left at the end of the day / A
pile of blue that is soon swept away / Goodbye, blue girls, goodbye / Would it be too much
to cry? / These girls you have loved / have slowly decayed / Ah / They dried out in the
sun / before your eyes / Wild stares in your face / they seem to accuse you / Oh / What
did you do / to earn this prize?