Wishful Thinking by Pulp

When I was with this girl last night / she held me tight; it turned me on / The moon was
dark and those clothes were tight / her perfume strong; it turned me on / Fleeting moments
touched in the night / then so strong but banished by the light / Her presence gone,
memories remain / of how she kissed and turned me on / Now there's this love inside of me
/ I've got this love / inside of me / And I still have dull aching pain / desire to reach
and touch you once again / Distractions cannot sate the need / it grows once more, it
grows once more / I've got this love inside of me / I've got this love / inside of me /
I've got this love inside of me / I've got this love / inside of me / I have this pain
inside of me / Why can't you see? Why can't you see? / I'm stranded here with no way home
/ Please rescue me, oh won't you rescue me? / I've got this love inside of me / I've got
this love / inside of me / I've got this love inside of me / I've got this love / inside
of me.