Lyric Going Blind

She s on a beach in Maui her breasts are half uncovered
I try to stop myself from staring at her but I m drawn like Dagwood to sleep
The lawn may need mowing but still I can t prevent my thoughts
From becoming obscene so I justify, she s only a page in a magazine
She s not real, she doesn t feel.
Eyes pierce her scraps of cloth.
Her value is lost

Crown of all creation, bane of jealous angels
She s nothing more to me than food for a fantasy
And though I know it s a shame, I won t turn away
My thoughts are so casually lead astray
And I know it s not right it feels so unclean
but she s just a page in a magazine
She s not real, she doesn t feel.
Eyes pierce her scraps of cloth. Her value is lost
49er, gold prospector.
Her body is my claim
As she assumes some cheesy pose, imagination see s no close
And I don t even know her name
Her body breaks my minds leash like Gus broke his chain