Suedehead

Album: Viva Hate (1988)
Charted: 5
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  • Why do you come here?
    And why, why do you hang around?
    I'm so sorry
    I'm so sorry

    Why do you come here
    When you know it makes things hard for me?
    When you know, oh
    Why do you come?
    Why do you telephone?
    And why send me silly notes?
    I'm so sorry
    I'm so sorry

    Why do you come here
    When you know it makes things hard for me?
    When you know, oh
    Why do you come?

    You had to sneak into my room
    Just to read my diary
    "It was just to see, just to see"
    All the things you knew I'd written about you
    Oh, so many illustrations
    Oh, but I'm so very sickened
    Oh, I am so sickened now

    Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
    It was a good lay, good lay
    It was a good lay, good lay
    Oh-oh
    It was a good lay, good lay
    It was a good lay, good lay
    Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
    Oh-oh, oh-oh
    Oh, it was a good lay
    It was a good lay
    Oh, what a good lay
    It was a good lay
    Good lay, good lay
    Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
    It was a good lay
    It was a good lay Writer/s: Stephen Street, Steven Morrissey
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Comments: 4

  • Dagenham Dave from ZurichSuede did not take the name from that song, but from a shop called "Suave & Elegant", later changing it to Suede. The band was heavily influenced by the Smiths though.
  • Mary from Tampico, MexicoI always thought this song was about someone breaking up with someone else and then trying to be with that person again acting like nothing happened and being stubborn, when really the other person don't care anymore

    I really like this song :)
  • Steve from Chino Hills, CaThis is one of those songs about a situation where you have to experience for yourself in order to appreciate. It's about dating someone who ultimatly likes you a lot more than you like them. They infringe on personal space and basicaly hang around too much. In this song the subject is so insecure that she (he-who knows!) had to break into the singer's diary. In true male fashion the singer writes off the relationship with the immortal words "It was a good lay." This beg's the million dollar question, how can a man who was sworn to celebacy write such a thing. Richard Blade, a DJ at KROQ in Los Angeles at the time asked Morriissey, and his repsonse was "That was a long time ago."
  • Dave from Cardiff, WalesMorrissey's second solo hit "Every Day Is Like Sunday" repeated "Suedehead"'s UK Top 10 success in 1988, but was totally different in style to its predecessor
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