| Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
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| That delicate satin draped frame
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| As it clung to her thigh, how I started to cry
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| Cause I wanted to be dressed just the same…
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| Give yourself over to absolute pleasure
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| Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh
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| Erotic nightmares beyond any measure
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| And sensual daydreams to treasure forever
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| Can’t you just see it?
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| Don’t dream it — be it.
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| Ach! |
| We’ve got to get out of this trap
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| Before this decadence saps our will
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| I’ve got to be strong and try to hang on
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| Or my mind may well snap
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| Und my life will be lived for the thrills…
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| It’s beyond me, help me Mommy
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| God bless Lily St. Cyr… |