Pulp — Laughing Boy

If you stay out all night That's alright by me But if you must kiss those guys Well you could at least clean your teeth I don't mean to put you down But you've taken everything that I own Don't tell me You want some more Cos I'm closed Yeah I'm closed Yeah I'm closed Who is this laughing boy Who ladders your tights? Please tell him to cut the noise Cos it's spoiling my nights I just want to get some rest And he's talking to his ma on the phone Well If he's so homesick He could go home Could go home He could go home I don't need this anymore And it's written in the stars I must go And will I Come back for more? I don't know I don't know No, I don't know I don't know I don't know