Pornographer's dream lyrics

"She's a pornographer's dream", he said

I knew what he meant

But it made me imagine

What kind of a dream he would have

That hadn't been spent

Would he still dream of the thigh

The flesh upon high what he saw so much of?

Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never

Could quite get the touch of?

It's out of his hands, over his head

Out of his reach, under this real life

Hidden in veils, covered in silk

Dreaming of what might be

It's out of his hands, over his head

Out of his reach, under this real life

Hidden in veils, dreaming of mystery

Bettie Page is still the rage

With her legs and leather

She turns to tease the camera

And please us at home and we let her

Who's to know what she'll show

Of herself, in what measure

If what she reveals or what she conceals

Is the key to our pleasure

It's out of our hands, over our heads

Out of our reach, under this real life

Hidden in veils, covered in silk

Dreaming of what might be

It's out of our hands, over our heads

Out of our reach, under this real life

Hidden in veils, dreaming of mystery

Under this real life

Dreaming of what might be

Under this real life

Dreaming of mystery

"She's a pornographer's dream", he said

I knew what he meant

And it made me imagine

What kind of a dream he would have