Song

Listen to the song and fill in the blanks 

Pulp - Anorexic Beauty

Sitting alone on a cold bar stool,

Your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool.

Pastel-white features,

High cheek-bones,

Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones.

The girl of my nightmares,

Sultry and corpse-like.

The girl of my _________.

Brittle fingers,

And thin cigarettes,

So hard to ______________,

She hasn't spoken yet.

You put your hand on mine,

Death white on brown,

Those whirlpool eyes;

Well, I begin to drown.

The girl of my nightmares,
Erotic and _________.The girl of my nightmares.

________ beauty,

Feather-weight perfection,

Anorexic beauty,

Underweight

Goddess.

Sitting alone on

__________ stool, your

So hard to tell apart,

She hasn't spoken yet.

Pastel-white features,

High cheek-bones,

Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones.

The girl of my nightmares,

Sultry and ___________.

The girl of my nightmares.

Anorexic beauty,

Feather-weight _________,

Anorexic beauty,

Underweight

Goddess