Lyrics
He said, «I'm just a little fascinated by the female form
But sadly you’re as near as I’ll never get. But if I
Fail to catch that wounded goddess in you, well
I’ve a flair for porno.»
He said, «Just let me take your picture»
And I said «Ok. But my stomach’s not where it ought
To be. It’s not like you could eat ice-cream off it.»
And he said «It's ok, just keep your shirt on»
And his eyes glazed over, so insistent
Effortless charm and a tasteless hairline
This velvet crush of a man, crouched over a camera stand
And a flair for porno