Whatever happened to Fay Wray? That delicate satin draped frame As it clung to her thigh, how I started to cry Cause I wanted to be dressed just the same
Give yourself over to absolute pleasure Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh Erotic nightmares beyond any measure And sensual daydreams to treasure forever Can't you just see it?
Don't dream it - be it.
Ach! We've got to get out of this trap Before this decadence saps our will I've got to be strong and try to hang on Or my mind may well snap Und my life will be lived for the thrills
