Frank:
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? Oh, oh, oh.
Don't dream it - be it. (four times)
All:
Don't dream it - be it. (four times)
All:
Don't dream it - be it. (six times as background for below.)
Scott:
Ach! We've got to get out of this trap
before this decadence saps our wills.
I've got to be strong, and try to hang on
Or else my mind may well snap
Und my life will be lived ...for the thrills!
