She's on a beach in Maui her breasts are half uncovered
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I try to stop myself from staring at her butt I'm drawn like Dagwood to sleep
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The lawn may need mowing but still I can't prevent my thoughts
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From becoming obscene so I justify, she's only a page in a magazine
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She's not real, she doesn't feel.
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Eyes pierce her scraps of cloth.
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Her value is lost
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Crown of all creation, bane of jealous angels
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She's nothing more to me than food for a fantasy
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And though I know it's a shame, I won't turn away
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My thoughts are so casually lead astray
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And I know it's not right it feels so unclean
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but she's just a page in a magazine
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She's not real, she doesn't feel.
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Eyes pierce her scraps of cloth. Her value is lost
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49er, gold prospector.
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Her body is my claim
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As she assumes some cheesy pose, imagination see's no close
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And I don't even know her name
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Her body breaks my minds leash like Gus broke his chain
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Going Blind
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| Craig's Brother |
