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  • 作词 : Vega
    She's a pornographer's dream, he said.
    I knew what he meant.
    But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
    He would have, that hadn't been spent?

    Would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high?
    What he saw so much of?
    Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never
    Could quite get the touch of?

    It's out of his hands, over his head
    Out of his reach, under this real life
    Hidden in veils, covered in silk
    He's dreaming of what might be

    Out of his hands, over his head
    Out of his reach, under this real life
    Hidden in veils,
    He's 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.

    Who's to know what she'll show of herself,
    In what measure?
    If what she reveals, or what she conceals,
    Is the key to our pleasure?

    It's out of our hands, over our heads
    Out of our reach, under this real life
    Hidden in veils, covered in silk
    We're dreaming of what might be

    It's out of our hands, over our heads
    Out of our reach, under this real life
    Hidden in veils
    We're dreaming of mystery.

    She's a pornographer's dream, he said.
    I knew what he meant.
    But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
    He would have?
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Vega
    [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?