Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
That delicate satin draped frame
As it clung to her thigh
How I started to cry
'Cause I wanted to be dressed just the same
Give yourself over to absolute pleasure
Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh
Erotic nightmares beyond any measure
And sensual daydreams to treasure forever
Can't you just see it?
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Don't dream it, be it
Don't dream it, be it
Don't dream it, be it
Don't dream it, be it
Don't dream it, be it
Don't dream it, be it
Don't dream it, be it (don't dream it, be it)
Don't dream it, be it
We've got to
Get out of this trap
Before this decadence saps our will
I've got to be strong and try to hang on
Or else my mind may well snap
And my life will be lived
For the thrills
Don't dream it, be it
It's beyond me
Help me, Mommy
God bless Lili St. Cyr
