She said âI used to be a stripper peeling off imagesâ
When the curtains came down it was burned into silk
They said âIt could become antiquatedâ but she didnât pay heed to them
In the bright white room she cleaned up images some cold and some untrue
And now sheâs got the spray gun three thousand pounds per square inch behind her
And if the contours are too harsh she will erase themâ¦
And then she was a âplaterâ working late on the offset press
When the print bell rang she looked to organdy skies
They said âit could become antiquedâ so she put on her best coat of emulsion
In the dim yellow room she burned in images of architecture lost
And now sheâs got the spray gun three thousand pounds per square inch behind her
And if the contours are too harsh she will erase them and start again
Now sheâs got the spray gun three thousand pounds per square inch behind her
And if the contours are too harsh she will erase themâ¦
And now sheâs got the spray gun 3,000 pounds per square inch behind her
And if the contours are too harsh she will erase them and start again
Now sheâs got the spray gun three thousand pounds per square inch behind her
And if the contours are too harsh she will erase themâ¦
And start again!