Bombshell EP
by Teatime in Technicolor
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Laser Eraser
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I'm Too Pretty
03:26
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Happiest Homewrecker
04:03
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Love Hollywood
04:02
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released 17 May 2009
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By the way, we will only use your email address to:
a. let you know when/where the next gig will be, or
b. tell you about the amazing new tune Teatime in Technicolor has just written.
Woo!
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- Track Name: Happiest Homewrecker
- "She's a speed-bump not a stop sign"
- Track Name: Love Hollywood
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Happy Birthday Mr President
Could you please take away my innocence/
Would you dye my hair blonde, paint my nails red,
And then change my silky dres to khaki pants yeah
Happy Birthday Mr President
Could I be a bombshell not an armed cadet?
Might we strike upon some other agreement?
Because I don’t like machine guns diamonds are my best friends.
Happy Birthday Mr President
Howsabout you teach me how to bag a millionaire?
Not to join a nation that’s in mild despair,
I’d rather sit on a movie set and curl my hair.
Happy birthday Mr President.
Would you like if I popped my chest and sway my hips?
We will keep your secret from our lucious lips.
Love Hollywood, Love Hollywood
Today the war played in technicolor
Maybe now they’ll understand
As the lights dimmed in the theatre
And the projector raised it’s trigger finger (repeat)
Happy Birthday Mr President
As it’s cocktail hour in these hallowed halls.
Might you drop a molotof with kind regards,
Love Hollywood, Love Hollywood
Happy Birthday Mr President
Might they find me naked draped over my bed
As you drag the flag over the coffin lid,
I will whisper, Love Hollywood
Today the war played in technicolor
Maybe now they’ll understand
As the lights dimmed in the theatre
And the projector raised it’s trigger finger (repeat)
