Pornographer's Dream

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Am                               F
she's a pornographer's dream, he said.
F
I knew what he meant.
    C
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?
        F
what he saw so much of?
           E
wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never
           Am
could quite get the touch of?
                 F               G
it's out of his hands, over his head
            A
out of his reach, under this real life
           F                 G
hidden in veils, covered in silk
                 A
he's dreaming of what might be
            F               G
out of his hands, over his head
            A
out of his reach, under this real life
            F     G
hidden in veils,
                  A
he's dreaming of mystery.
 Am
Bettie Page is still the rage
          F
with her legs and leather;
     E                                           Am
she turns to tease the camera, and please us at home,
and we let her.
 Am                                  F
who's to know what she'll show of herself,
F
in what measure?
   E
if what she reveals, or what she conceals,
       Am
is the key to our pleasure?
                 F               G
it's out of his hands, over his head
            A
out of his reach, under this real life
           F                 G
hidden in veils, covered in silk
                 A
he's dreaming of what might be
            F               G
out of his hands, over his head
            A
out of his reach, under this real life
            F     G
hidden in veils,
                  A
he's dreaming of mystery.
Am                               F
she's a pornographer's dream, he said.
F
I knew what he meant.
    C
but it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
            Am
he would have?