Suzanne Vega - Pornoghrapher~s Dream
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? Of 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 He`s Dreaming Of What Might Be Out Of His Hands, Over His Head Out Of His Reach, Under This Real Life Hidden In Veils, He`s 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 We`re 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 We`re Dreaming Of Mystery. 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?
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