Grade B Movie

Album cover art for "Grade B Movie" by Michael Callen

Michael Callen - Pop

Grade B Movie

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I walked the wet boulevard alone An open invitation to…anyone I bit my lips to keep back the tears What would they think I cared not; I dared not All I had were the tortured memories of a love I had once known I could still feel your burning kisses on my virgin lips When you look at me It's like any Grade B Movie I whisper: Hello, Johnny. Hello, Johnny Then you tear my sheath and I'm below you Moaning: Oh Johnny, don't stop. Not now! Don't stop Johnny Don't stop Johnny I remember that cigarette dangling From the corner of your mouth That white shirt unbuttoned at the collar Revealing the tanned expanse of your chest I knew you would never be completely mine But I had to settle for what I could get That night I raked your back with those ugly red welts! I don't know WHAT your kisses reduced me to You said you were pouring the wine of passion Into the warped vessel of a wanton woman's heart I had no control over my animal lust Forgive me Forgive me When you look at me It's like any Grade B Movie I whisper: Hello, Johnny. Hello, Johnny Then you tear my sheath and I'm below you moaning Oh Johnny, don't stop. Not now! Don't stop Johnny Don't stop Johnny When you look at me, it's like any cheap novel Your swelling manhood rising in your bleached out jeans I come apart at the seams I really can't go on But you wound me, Johnny I'm a slave to your purple blood-engorged pillar of desire The knife of your love plunging in and out In and out All the way in and all the way out… Of my heart!

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Producers
  • Richard Dworkin