Capo on 1st fret
[Am]She's a pornographer's dream, [Dm]he said I knew what he meant.
But it [E7]made me imagine: what kind of a dream
He would h[Am]ave, that hadn't been spent?
[Am]Would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high?
What he [Dm]saw so much of?
[E7]Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never
Could q[Am]uite get the touch of?
It's out of his[F] hands, over his[G] head
Out of his[A] reach, under this r[Am]eal life
Hidden in[F] veils, covered in[G] silk
He's dreaming of[A] what might be
Out of his ha[F]nds, over his he[G]ad
Out of his[A] reach, under this r[Am]eal life
Hidden in[F] veils, [G] He's dreaming of mystery.
[Am]Bettie Page is still the rage
With her le[Dm]gs and leather;
She[E7] turns to tease the camera, and please us at[Am] home,
And we let her.
[Am]Who's to know what she'll show of h[Dm]erself, in what measure?
If[E7] what she reveals, or what she conceals,
[Am]Is the key to our pleasure?
It's out of our[F] hands, over our[G] heads
Out of our[A] reach, under this r[A7]eal life
Hidden in[F] veils, covered in[G] silk
We're dreaming of[A] what might be
It's out of our[F] hands, over our[G] heads
Out of our[A] reach, under this rea[A7]l life
Hidden in v[F]ei[G]ls We're dreaming of[A] mystery.
[Am]She's a pornographer's dream, he[Dm] said I knew what he meant.
But i[E7]t made me imagine: what kind of a dream
He would[Am] have?
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[Am]She's a pornographer's dream, [Dm]he said I knew what he meant.
But it [E7]made me imagine: what kind of a dream
He would h[Am]ave, that hadn't been spent?
[Am]Would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high?
What he [Dm]saw so much of?
[E7]Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never
Could q[Am]uite get the touch of?
It's out of his[F] hands, over his[G] head
Out of his[A] reach, under this r[Am]eal life
Hidden in[F] veils, covered in[G] silk
He's dreaming of[A] what might be
Out of his ha[F]nds, over his he[G]ad
Out of his[A] reach, under this r[Am]eal life
Hidden in[F] veils, [G] He's dreaming of mystery.
[Am]Bettie Page is still the rage
With her le[Dm]gs and leather;
She[E7] turns to tease the camera, and please us at[Am] home,
And we let her.
[Am]Who's to know what she'll show of h[Dm]erself, in what measure?
If[E7] what she reveals, or what she conceals,
[Am]Is the key to our pleasure?
It's out of our[F] hands, over our[G] heads
Out of our[A] reach, under this r[A7]eal life
Hidden in[F] veils, covered in[G] silk
We're dreaming of[A] what might be
It's out of our[F] hands, over our[G] heads
Out of our[A] reach, under this rea[A7]l life
Hidden in v[F]ei[G]ls We're dreaming of[A] mystery.
[Am]She's a pornographer's dream, he[Dm] said I knew what he meant.
But i[E7]t made me imagine: what kind of a dream
He would[Am] have?
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Enjoy playing. :)
