M. McKee/The Heads Just a glimpse of thigh And the footlights of my burlesque season blaze across the sky And I'm tearin' back the red shift To tempt you with a shock of skin So milky white And the supernovas have their duller moments 'Thought I'm fashionably late, I'm light years beyond them You grow thirsty And I'm all spread out, hung high and flirty, reflected on the shore And you dive, dive, dive in Painting ripples on my skin So blue and warm When the supernovas have their duller moments 'Though I'm fashionably late, I'm light years beyond them No big bang of a man, bang of a man No big bang of a man, bang of a man is enough to - I watch you sleep I've been on the prowl forever, there's no shade from my beam And I'll s** you up with my weather Lock you in a silver tether Drown you in cream Even supernovas have their duller moments No big bang of a man is enough to fill them Even supernovas have their quiet moments No big bang of a man is enough to fill them When I'm lost out there I am everywhere And I'm lost out there No big bang of a man is enough No big bang of a man is enough No big bang of a man is enough to fill them. No big bang of a man is enough to fill them.