Silver Sable style,
Back in a Marvel Swimsuit Special from the early ‘90s
Page 11, the second edition, with that look on her face
Right now it’s only the light from the closet
& the radio’s just playing soft hits
Need that atmosphere,
I need that sweet life with its decadent ways
Stay with me now, I don’t wanna be lonely
Know how you feel by the way that you hold me
& when we kiss
We don’t need to close our eyes in the dark at all
Silver Sable style,
The way you watch me, sipping from your straw in 34D
Whispering the words “vanilla creme pie”
To see the look on my face
& still it’s only the light from the closet
While “Number of the Beast” is on your Walkman
& page 11’s gone,
See that it’s ripped out & hanging up on your wall…