- Suzanne Vega Pornographeґs Dream 歌詞
- Suzanne Vega
- Shes a pornographers dream, he said.
I knew what he meant.
But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
He would have, that hadnt been spent?
Would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high?
What he saw so much of?
Wouldnt he dream of the thing that he never
Could quite get the touch of?
Its out of his hands, over his head
Out of his reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils, covered in silk
Hes dreaming of what might be
Out of his hands, over his head
Out of his reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils,
Hes 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.
Whos to know what shell show of herself,
In what measure?
If what she reveals, or what she conceals,
Is the key to our pleasure?
Its out of our hands, over our heads
Out of our reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils, covered in silk
Were dreaming of what might be
Its out of our hands, over our heads
Out of our reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils
Were dreaming of mystery.
Shes a pornographers 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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