[00:16.36]She's a pornographer's dream, he said.
[00:21.65]I knew what he meant.
[00:24.32]But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
[00:32.32]He would have, that hadn't been spent?
[00:33.26]
[00:33.73]Would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high?
[00:38.50]What he saw so much of?
[00:40.80]Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never
[00:44.42]Could quite get the touch of?
[00:47.73]
[00:48.70]It's out of his hands, over his head
[00:52.35]Out of his reach, under this real life
[00:56.07]Hidden in veils, covered in silk
[00:59.87]He's dreaming of what might be
[01:04.22]
[01:05.68]Out of his hands, over his head
[01:11.54]Out of his reach, under this real life
[01:13.06]Hidden in veils,
[01:16.20]He's dreaming of mystery.
[01:17.80]
[01:21.08]Bettie Page is still the rage
[01:28.28]With her legs and leather;
[01:32.91]She turns to tease the camera, and please us at home,
[01:39.94]And we let her.
[01:40.70]
[01:41.38]Who's to know what she'll show of herself,
[01:44.80]In what measure?
[01:48.26]If what she reveals, or what she conceals,
[01:52.50]Is the key to our pleasure?
[01:55.38]
[01:56.19]It's out of our hands, over our heads
[01:57.67]Out of our reach, under this real life
[02:01.62]Hidden in veils, covered in silk
[02:04.45]We're dreaming of what might be
[02:06.51]
[02:12.40]It's out of our hands, over our heads
[02:15.43]Out of our reach, under this real life
[02:20.46]Hidden in veils
[02:24.32]We're dreaming of mystery.
[02:30.40]
[03:05.01]She's a pornographer's dream, he said.
[03:09.54]I knew what he meant.
[03:12.19]But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
[03:16.25]He would have?