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 suck 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.


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