Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Jun 4, 2009 7:10:50 GMT -5
Blue Eyes
I wasn’t born to peddle porn,
but Disco ended quick,
so when it went from hot to spent,
I made a dirty flick.
The films I made were first displayed
at drive-ins where the cars
came rolling in for shows at ten
and sex beneath the stars.
As windows steamed, I moaned and screamed
on screens Godzilla-big,
screwing the guys with Redwood size
(when most possessed a twig).
The reeling whirs of theaters
were next to make the scene
where men in trance unbuckled pants
and jerked off to the screen.
The stores were next, where undersexed
executives would roam,
select and pay for things that they
could never do at home.
The Beta tapes were home escapes,
followed by VHS,
and now you see, on DVD,
a clearer view for less.
To rent or own, a man alone
can sit and get his rocks off
to scenes of me with one (or three)
that knock his fucking socks off.
The public tries to moralize
this billion-dollar crotch,
but have no doubt, your secret’s out—
I know you like to watch.
I wasn’t born to peddle porn,
but Disco ended quick,
so when it went from hot to spent,
I made a dirty flick.
The films I made were first displayed
at drive-ins where the cars
came rolling in for shows at ten
and sex beneath the stars.
As windows steamed, I moaned and screamed
on screens Godzilla-big,
screwing the guys with Redwood size
(when most possessed a twig).
The reeling whirs of theaters
were next to make the scene
where men in trance unbuckled pants
and jerked off to the screen.
The stores were next, where undersexed
executives would roam,
select and pay for things that they
could never do at home.
The Beta tapes were home escapes,
followed by VHS,
and now you see, on DVD,
a clearer view for less.
To rent or own, a man alone
can sit and get his rocks off
to scenes of me with one (or three)
that knock his fucking socks off.
The public tries to moralize
this billion-dollar crotch,
but have no doubt, your secret’s out—
I know you like to watch.
