Straight up Pulp. Working class Brits, lust, folly, longing, regret. This song is fairly straightforward.
Narrator sees this girl who reminds him of a girl he used to be with. Something is damaged about the girl (just like Sylvia) -perhaps drugs, maybe just sexually easy and getting abused in the name of love?
Anyway, the narrator is telling the girl it has nothing to do with her - it is not her fault - and she "deserves better". Seems like an abusive relationship - she is sticking with the "devil she knows, stuck in a rut, and has no confidence.
Underpinning this the narrator is recounting his own responsibility in Sylvia's demise. He reminds himself he was like the men in this particular girl's life. Like these men, he only "wanted to show his friends" the hot chick on his arm.
One take is that this is one of those girls who is beautiful and abused. You all know the type - bad home, looking for love, getting sexually used over and over again.
Straight up Pulp. Working class Brits, lust, folly, longing, regret. This song is fairly straightforward.
Narrator sees this girl who reminds him of a girl he used to be with. Something is damaged about the girl (just like Sylvia) -perhaps drugs, maybe just sexually easy and getting abused in the name of love?
Anyway, the narrator is telling the girl it has nothing to do with her - it is not her fault - and she "deserves better". Seems like an abusive relationship - she is sticking with the "devil she knows, stuck in a rut, and has no confidence.
Underpinning this the narrator is recounting his own responsibility in Sylvia's demise. He reminds himself he was like the men in this particular girl's life. Like these men, he only "wanted to show his friends" the hot chick on his arm.
One take is that this is one of those girls who is beautiful and abused. You all know the type - bad home, looking for love, getting sexually used over and over again.