Graham Parker

Platinum Blonde

Graham Parker


Stuff comes down from the golden triangle on ferries from Denmark to helsingborg 
The band strikes up but they're out of time on synthesiser and washboard 
wooden tulips grow by the roadside made in a factory in jonjoping 
fake glass baubles hang in the station just like the passenger's imitation 
then it hits you she was just the dregs all you wanna do now is break her legs 
kick that brunette into a pond replace her with a 

platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde 

There's a secret world that you cannot enter it's in the center of the darkest night 
she's waiting there with a set of works a Swedish passport and something white 
she walks past but you can't form a whistle even her lips look artificial 
you wanna follow her but you can't swallow her act it seems so superficial 
now you've shed the old one like a worn out shoe 
It was all your fault but you blame her too 
you know its phoney but at least it's new and it comes from a bottle like 

platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde

And in your heart there's a new addiction another friction that you can't resolve 
she seemed alive but she is just a cipher an imaginary postcard that just dissolved 
endless sunsets glow in the distance painted by picasso's assistants 
Perfect people travel in volvos into the sunsets into the distance 
you're just a passenger she's not a ticket a foreign stamp you've got to lick it 
put it in the mail box put it in the failbox 
you never seem to learn from the school of hard knocks 
then she walks past and laughs at the pond 
you can't break a heart that doesn't respond, like 

platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde