In many ways by Pulp
Hey / you're treading on my life / You're leaving marks, but that's alright / In a year orso, I'll look back and I'll smile / These things last only for a while / In many ways /this is a waste of time / what will become of it all? / I make you cry / know you incrowded streets / not what I wanted at all / Then / what else could I do / instead ofthinking about you? / Pleasure now will justify our love / See, I even call it"love" / In many ways / there's nothing I'd rather do / one kiss makes sense ofit all / And what's to come? / Let's just not think about it, it might never happen atall. et's just not think about it, it might never happen at all.