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Pornoghrapher's Dream Lyricsby Suzanne Vega Buy album CD: Beauty & Crime 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
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