You walked out on the arthouse in 1973
Was Croatia or Paris the place you were conceived
An end the the simulation, maintain a beautiful screen
Turn high society's excess into lush pornography
No longer tastefully dirty, and never properly clean
Because when Henry says action that's exactly what he means
So smile for the camera and come
But not too soon

In European locations where Misty became a queen
Or in Manhattan apartments where Pamela was seen
Before the rise of the amateur, before the death and disease
You created the finest smut that we had ever seen
But four years was a lifetime, and then exile to thee
Peaceful city of Leisure on the shore of the Idle Sea
Henry was taken so long ago
And far too soon

Copyright: Fintage House Publishing, O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): ERIK DANIEL BLOOD