end of a century

Blur

She says there's ants in the carpet
Dirty little monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her efferverscene
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning t.v.
You're lookin' so healthy

CHORUS:
We all say
Dont want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'cause we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of a century.. it's nothing special

Sex on the t.v.
Everybody's at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty
He gives her a cuddle
Glowing in a huddle
Good night t.v.
Your all made up
You're looking like me

Chorus

Can... you... eat... her... yes... you... can...

Chorus-2

End of a century.. It's nothig special-2