Artist: Pulp Track: Hiding Places Album: -
Lyrics:
Hungry after a long day of traveling
The cheapest plane ticket in my pocket unraveling, is pulp
Looked around when I stepped off the aircraft
While my luckiest fare was taken by it's trap, again
Again I find another kind of spectacle to wrap my mind around
Around
Around
The secret chords from where's my mind again
This song keeps on singing itself to hell and back again
Ba, ba-ba, ba ba, ba-ba ba-ba
Ba, ba-ba, ba ba, ba-ba, ba-da
Ba ba-ba, ba
Ba ba-ba, ba
You're not the only one here
She wants to fall in love
She'll never get enough
Tell me show me
I'm your one and only
She wants to be in love