Watching Nicky - Pulp

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