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?

Woah, Woah oh oh

Don't dream it, be it (x8)

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

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 Lily St. Cyr!