She's my dream girl, a thousand to one
A chance in a million
A trigger-less gun
A souped up maiden with laughing eye's
A trip for a mad man or a lonely guy
She sits in her room so lonely so sweet
To tempt the undressers of a picture-less treat
She waits for the fantasies to move and come true
She could do it to me or do it to you
She longs for the dream of a love she must feel
To stop all the pictures and make them for real
The merchandised monsters of the modern day man
He waits to take her, quickly he can
Emotions are moving, the blood stats to flow
Living is happiness but the emotions must go copyright ©Sally Jacobs 19/08/2009
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