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The Lonely Man's Return to his Favourite Porn Shop
Is anyone watching as he slips through the door?
Please God let there be no one within who knows him
His eyes are dazzled by the array of bare flesh
Printed in lurid colours on glossy paper
Inviting him to dig deep into his pockets
If he can squeeze his hands in past his erection
And just looking up at the screen on the far wall
He can't believe a girl would do a thing like that
With three such unattractive men at the same time
(She really must have fantastic muscle control)
It's clearly time to try the peep-show booth again
Trying to avoid slipping on the sperm-stained floor
As happened only last week.
Please God let there be no one within who knows him
His eyes are dazzled by the array of bare flesh
Printed in lurid colours on glossy paper
Inviting him to dig deep into his pockets
If he can squeeze his hands in past his erection
And just looking up at the screen on the far wall
He can't believe a girl would do a thing like that
With three such unattractive men at the same time
(She really must have fantastic muscle control)
It's clearly time to try the peep-show booth again
Trying to avoid slipping on the sperm-stained floor
As happened only last week.
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