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 "Hallo Johnny"
"Hallo Johnny"
Then you tear my sheath
And I'm below you moaning, "Oh Johnny"
Don't stop, not now

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 "Hallo Johnny" "Hallo Johnny"
Then you tear my sheath
And I'm below you moaning, "Oh Johnny"
Don't stop, not now

When you look at me, it's like any cheap novel
Your swelling manhood rising in your bleached out jeans
I come apart at the seams

I'm sorry, I really can't go on