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She's a pornographer's dream, he said. |
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I knew what he meant. |
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But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream |
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He would have, that hadn't been spent? |
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|
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Would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high? |
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What he saw so much of? |
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Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never |
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Could quite get the touch of? |
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|
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It's out of his hands, over his head |
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Out of his reach, under this real life |
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Hidden in veils, covered in silk |
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He's dreaming of what might be |
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|
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Out of his hands, over his head |
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Out of his reach, under this real life |
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Hidden in veils, |
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He's dreaming of mystery. |
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|
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Bettie Page is still the rage |
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With her legs and leather; |
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She turns to tease the camera, and please us at home, |
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And we let her. |
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|
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Who's to know what she'll show of herself, |
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In what measure? |
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If what she reveals, or what she conceals, |
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Is the key to our pleasure? |
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|
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It's out of our hands, over our heads |
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Out of our reach, under this real life |
| [02:01.62] |
Hidden in veils, covered in silk |
| [02:04.45] |
We're dreaming of what might be |
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|
| [02:12.40] |
It's out of our hands, over our heads |
| [02:15.43] |
Out of our reach, under this real life |
| [02:20.46] |
Hidden in veils |
| [02:24.32] |
We're dreaming of mystery. |
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|
| [03:05.01] |
She's a pornographer's dream, he said. |
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I knew what he meant. |
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But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream |
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He would have? |
