THE ROOT May 13/85 Karl Rigelhof

Do you appreciate fine feminine form
Does it alleviate fresh fashion worn
Dressed to kill
Your caress is chill
Is flesh the thrill
You long for still
Take your fill
Believe what you will
You're blessed until
You're over the hill
And (your) beauty withers (away)
Will you slither (away)
And hide under a/your rock
In a (state of) catatonic shock
Shunning the light of day
Wishing for yesterday
When your youth
Was the only truth

Pornographic priestess
Pornography kills
Photographic imprints
Photography in stills
Exposing your desire(s)
Your desires
Who are you trying to impress
Sociological ills
With your animal instincts
Psychological wills
Catching on fire
The consequences are dire
Racing to the wire
(You're) stuck in the mire
(Conformity slinks)
(You'd better) get a shrink
Morality stinks
(To pull you from the drink)
(Of double standards)
(To be your commander)

Do you deviate from the norm
Does it depreciate (to) plush passion porn
You can look
But you can(no)t touch
You were took
But not too much
(It's) an open book
But not as such
You were hooked
But you can't clutch
(At) what it means
Is it obscene
Beauty is in the eye
(Of) the beholder (who) doesn't lie
Let the buyer beware
(Caveat Emptor)
At what he stares
(He knows what it's for)
The naked eye can tell
The message (that) it spells
In her birthday suit Eve did pick the fruit
Of all evil
And they say money is the root