Pulp
Watching Nicky
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 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