AmDm
She's a pornographer's dream, he said I knew what he meant.
E7
But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
Am
He would have, that hadn't been spent?
Am
Would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high?
Dm
What he saw so much of?
E7
Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never
Am
Could quite get the touch of?
FG
It's out of his hands, over his head
AAm
Out of his reach, under this real life
FG
Hidden in veils, covered in silk
A
He's dreaming of what might be
FG
Out of his hands, over his head
AAm
Out of his reach, under this real life
FG
Hidden in veils, He's dreaming of mystery.
Am
Bettie Page is still the rage
Dm
With her legs and leather;
E7Am
She turns to tease the camera, and please us at home,
And we let her.
AmDm
Who's to know what she'll show of herself, in what measure?
E7
If what she reveals, or what she conceals,
Am
Is the key to our pleasure?
FG
It's out of our hands, over our heads
AA7
Out of our reach, under this real life
FG
Hidden in veils, covered in silk
A
We're dreaming of what might be
FG
It's out of our hands, over our heads
AA7
Out of our reach, under this real life
FGA
Hidden in veils We're dreaming of mystery.
AmDm
She's a pornographer's dream, he said I knew what he meant.
E7
But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
Am
He would have?
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