Jarvis Cocker - Bombshell lyrics

Gene Harlow was one of the outstanding s** goddesses Of talking pictures, voluptuous and very relaxed Probably, in the early thirties, the rawest, s**iest person on the American screen She marries this man Paul Bern, and Now we're in the bathroom I would like to hold you It's hard to hold a bombshell When it's soaking wet Eyebrows plucked to nothing Skin as pale as porcelain I can't believe you're here I can't believe you haven't started yet I would like to hold you, I would like to touch But you're such a slippery proposition Wouldn't you be rather Working up a lather? Water's turning tepid And I should pull the plug My stock is at a maximum My blonde it is a platinum I'm out of body lotion Mister, you are out of luck Scalded on the left side, freezing on the right Nothing seems to work tonight Two minutes into the second reel Life was at it's best I feel I froze the frame, approach the screen Now you're too close And I can't focus No I, no I can't see you clear The guys will say I've got it made Coming home tonight at the end of every day But I can feel you slipping away Now the water's cold Lying here alone I guess I dropped the bombshell She got bored and left I never got to hold you, never got to touch She slipped through my fingers Thank you very much