Passing through the streets
After school, it's half past three
In a blue and black hot rod
Head to The Forum, art deco facade
Through the turnstile and I'll go
Beyond the doors, a picture show
View a screen in a black box
Recapture my fantasy
Is it real or imagined?
This pornographic scene
It's made for you and me to see
There's a darkened hall before me
Pick a row and find a seat
Turning around to see their faces
Staring in awe, avoid their gazes
Projected light beams surround me
Ignite the hall, it's flickering
As I watch, my mind wanders
Inside a cinematic dream
Is it real or imagined?
This pornographic scene
It's made for you and me to see
My wild curiosity
Is laid bare right in front of me
Arousing my imagination
The sticky floor, my frustration
Into the final double feature
The Farmer's Daughter and the Preacher
As I stare, my heart quickens
To the beat of the movie screen
Is it real or imagined?
This pornographic scene
It's made for you and me to see