You can hate me I'm no porno star I know what you look
like and where you are you live in a box I keep hidden
on the shelf way down in the basement when I'm all
by myself bleach blond genuine you're sex to the bone
in the pages of a magazine with a few pictures gone
subtle distraction a wink or a grin scream if you can't
find me I think I'm already in Vivid fascination with
the pink the pie the dirty green morbid fascination
with the things I keep deep within take you to meet
my parents but I just don't think they'll understand
displayed in the centerfold lying in my hand it's this
form of stimulation shut my blinds for isolation do
it all for my gratification for my self
gratification. pop your porn tape into the vcr dim
the lights and let the trousers fall slick like spit
I've got the world in my hands pull your skin from
the screen and put it back again hard to say what's
real and what's obscene spread out in the pages of
your magazine bleach blond world drips like sweat to
my tongue dirty sanchez chili dog and donkey punch
Vivid fascination with the pink the pie the dirty green
morbid fascination with the things I keep deep within
take you to meet my parents but I just don't think
they'll understand displayed in the centerfold lying
in my hand it's this form of stimulation shut my blinds
for isolation do it all for my gratification for my self gratification.