Bad Cover Version

The word's on the street; you've found someone new If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you I heard an old girlfriend Has turned to the church 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 cover version of love is not the real thing Bikini clad girl on the front 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 the taste of saccharine It's not easy to forget me It's so hard to disconnect When it's electronically reprocessed To give a more life-like effect Oh come on Ah, sing your song About all the sad imitations That got it so wrong It's like a later Tom And Jerry, when the two of them could talk Like the Stones since the Eighties Like the last days of Southfork Like Planet Of The Apes on TV The second side of Til The Band Comes In Like an own brand box of cornflakes: He's going to let you down, my friend --- Bad Cover Version - Pulp