| Oh I feel grotty, the scent of my body |
| Reminds me of dish water left over night |
| Oh salty eyes looking for light |
| Oh this old dress has been cried in and lied in |
| And sweated and dried in, it’s hittin' the sack |
| But now I’m alone with buttons down the back |
| And it’s odd after all that our love has gone though |
| I should be sitting here crying for you |
| But all I can think of is taking a bath, cleaning my blue |
| Bathing my body and oooh, coming out new |
| All hopes for getting this straight |
| Left my mind very late in the morning, you left after dawn |
| I’m touching the tap and I’m turning it on |
| I’ve already wished I’d expire and I’m so tired |
| Of cursing your sun-sign and the day you were born |
| I’m numb to the hurt and I’m glad it feels gone |
| And reality blazes and I’m left amazed |
| That recovery’s already started with basics |
| And all I can think of is taking a bath, cleaning my blue |
| Bathing my body and oooh, coming out new, oooh |
| Taking a bath |
| Taking a bath |
| Taking a bath |
| Taking a bath |
| Cleaning my blue-oo-ooo-oooo-oooooh |