Grade B Movie

I walked the wet boulevard alone An open invitation to anyone I bit my lips to keep back the tears What would they think? I cared not, I dared not All I had were the tortured memories of a love I had once known I could still feel his burning kisses on my virgin lips When you look at me, it's like any grade B movie I whisper, "Hello Johnny" "Hello Johnny" Then you tear my sheet And I'm below you moaning, "Oh Johnny" Don't stop, not now (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) I remember that cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth That white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the tanned expanse of your chest I knew you would never be completely mine, but I had to settle for what I could get That night, I raked your back with those ugly red welts I don't know what your kisses reduced me to You said you were pouring the wine of passion Into the warped vessel of a wanton woman's heart I had no control over my animal lust Forgive me, forgive me When you look at me, it's like any grade B movie I whisper "Hello Johnny" "Hello Johnny" Then you tear my sheet And I'm below you moaning, "Oh Johnny" Don't stop, not now (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) I know (don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) When you look at me, it's like any cheap novel (don't stop trying, don't stop trying) Your swelling manhood rising in your bleached out jeans (don't stop trying) I come apart at the seams (don't stop trying) I'm sorry, I really can't go on (don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying) (Don't stop trying)