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  1. Dorothy Parker

From the recording Nix

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Lyrics

I picked her up in a cold, wet street
In Edinburgh underneath Arthur's Seat
I took her home and I turned on the heat

And now I'm having a bath with Dorothy Parker
There's room for us both in the foamy bath water
I guess I'm really alone, I am here and she's hereafter
But if you can't feel the love you will never hear the laughter

I wear Santa beards and exaggerate my gifts
'Til the bubbles burst and explode another myth

I'm having a bath with Dorothy Parker
There's room for us both in the foamy bath water
I guess I'm really alone, I am here and she's hereafter
But if you can't feel the love you will never hear the laughter

I sent her flowers with love from Harpo
From a Manhattan roof by the billboards of Garbo
Playing croquet all day 'til the sun and her hat blow away

I'm having a bath with Dorothy Parker
There's room for us both in the foamy bath water
I guess we're really nothing,we are here and we're hereafter
But if you can't feel the love you will never hear the laughter

My skin's getting pruney , I can't lie here anymore
So I pick up her slip from the bathroom floor
I wrap it around her tenderly and I take her off to bed