The bathwater's cold I cannot even feel my legs They are turning white I'm quite worked-up by you tonight And i can't even sleep So here i am, it's four a.m. Shaving in your fifties tub with lady remington And pictures line the wall of people i've never met Who they are and why they're here And why they're staring at me now The bathroom is a creepy place for pictures of your friends It is a creepy place for pictures of your friends It is a creepy place for pictures of your friends Ooh ooh ooh