Pulp - 59 Lyndhurst Grove lyrics

There's a picture by his first wife on the wall Stripped floor-boards in the kitchen and the hall A stain from last week's party on the stairs No one knows who made it or how it ever got there They were dancing with children round their legs Talking business, books and records, art and s** All things being considered you'd call it a success You wore your black dress oh-oh oh-oh... He's an architect and such a lovely guy and he'll stay with you until the day you die And he'll give you everything you could desire Oh well almost everything everything that he can buy So you sometimes go out in the afternoon Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom hear old women rolling trolleys down the road Back to Lyndhurst Grove Lyndhurst Grove Oh.