Could you love what you see?
I'm the B-17 bomber girl
Spent every day of 16
Hiding my hips from the world
Oh, I see nothing but you
The music is lost on me
But I don't need to hear it
You tangle my body so effortlessly
Will I waste precious moments with you
Or denying away my allure
Or denying that you could ever love
A B-17 bomber girl
Pure Venus to me, you speak
My cheek in your hand
Oh, I'd paint you on my plane
If I flew to war in another land
Or you stare me down
I'm naked with all my clothes on
A teenager again, I'm faking confidence
But fooling no one
Will I waste precious moments with you
Denying away my allure
While denying you could ever love
A B-17 bomber girl
You see a bearer of pleasure, the bearer of children
Deniably feminine, the wisdom of women
But most of all
You're beautiful to me
Oh, that you waste precious moments with me
Denying away your allure
Or denying that I would ever love a
A B-17 bomber girl
Bomber girl . . .
B-17 . . .
Bomber girl . . .
Bomber girl . . .