Jenna Jameson

You can hate me I'm no porno star I know what you look

like and where you are you live in a box I keep hidden

on the shelf way down in the basement when I'm all

by myself bleach blond genuine you're sex to the bone

in the pages of a magazine with a few pictures gone

subtle distraction a wink or a grin scream if you can't

find me I think I'm already in Vivid fascination with

the pink the pie the dirty green morbid fascination

with the things I keep deep within take you to meet

my parents but I just don't think they'll understand

displayed in the centerfold lying in my hand it's this

form of stimulation shut my blinds for isolation do

it all for my gratification for my self

gratification. pop your porn tape into the vcr dim

the lights and let the trousers fall slick like spit

I've got the world in my hands pull your skin from

the screen and put it back again hard to say what's

real and what's obscene spread out in the pages of

your magazine bleach blond world drips like sweat to

my tongue dirty sanchez chili dog and donkey punch

Vivid fascination with the pink the pie the dirty green

morbid fascination with the things I keep deep within

take you to meet my parents but I just don't think

they'll understand displayed in the centerfold lying

in my hand it's this form of stimulation shut my blinds

for isolation do it all for my gratification for my self gratification.