Going Blind

Music by Andy Snyder
Lyrics by Ted Bond

Lyrics

She's on a beach in Maui
her breasts are half uncovered
I try to stop myself from staring at her butt I'm drawn
like Dagwood to sleep
The lawn may need mowing
but still I can't prevent my thoughts
From becoming obscene
so I justify
she's only a page in a magazine
She's not real
she doesn't feel.
Eyes pierce her scraps of cloth.
Her value is lost

Crown of all creation
bane of jealous angels
She's nothing more to me than food for a fantasy
And though I know it's a shame
I won't turn away
My thoughts are so casually lead astray
And I know it's not right
it feels so unclean
but she's just a page in a magazine
She's not real
she doesn't feel.
Eyes pierce her scraps of cloth
Her value is lost
49er, gold prospector.
Her body is my claim
As she assumes some cheesy pose, imagination see's no close
And I don't even know her name
Her body breaks my minds leash
like Gus broke his chain