Pulp — Watching Nicky

Watching Nicky turn from a girl into a wife Is like watching all the life drain out of Nicky Seventeen last June, thirty four this May What else can I say about you, Nicky? Oh no, she's not painting any more Spends the evenings locked indoors And now something's just not going right for Nicky, oh yeah Her mother said, she'd mind the kid And when it came she never did Now you're not smiling anymore, no, Nicky Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, Nicky I remember we went out and got stuck under a bridge The kids were throwing stones at me and Nicky If I could see her now I'd shout across and say Hey Nicky, run away, do it now Nicky Because she's not painting any more She spends her evenings locked indoors And now something's just not going right for Nicky, oh yeah Her mother said, she'd mind the kid But when it came she never did Now you're not smiling anymore, no Nicky Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, Nicky Oh Nicky, oh Nicky, Nicky, mama, mama Oh, she's not painting any more Spends the evenings locked indoors And now something's just not going right for Nicky Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nicky, mama, mama, mama, Nicky Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh, Nicky Mama, mama, mama, Nicky Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Nicky