Bad Cover Version Songtext
von Pulp

Are the words on the street
You′ve found someone new
He looks nothing like me
I'm so happy for you
I heard an old girlfriend
Has turned to the judge
She′s trying to replace me
But it'll never work

'Cause every touch reminds you of
Just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you
It leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine

A bad covered version of love
Is not the real thing


Bikini-clad girl on the phone
Who invited you in
Such great disappointment
When you got him home
The original was so good
The one you no longer own

And every touch reminds you of
Just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you
You get a taste of saccharine

It′s not easy to forget me
It′s so hard to disconnect
When you're electronically reprocessed
To give a more life-like effect

I sing your song

By all the sad imitations

That got it all wrong
It′s like a later Tom and Jerry
When the two of them could talk
Like the Stones in the '80s
Like the last day in Oslo
Like running off the edge of some TV
Safe inside until the band comes in
Like an old Gram Parsons home place
He′s gonna get you now, not me