Secret p**no collector spending money he didn't have, Hoped one day to try his luck at whoring through the ads Moved to a different city where he rented out a room Pretended he was a virgin every time they came around Only a bed, And his blonde, blonde head So thin he'd dry like a teenage boy To keep on pretending that every pleasure's never-ending Keeps on hoping for more Got himself a girlfriend, wasn't going anywhere A year of hiding magazines, she knew and she didn't care Afternoons of lying when he said he'd been nowhere Clutched them close inside his coat when she opened up the door Only a bed and his blonde, blonde head So thin he'd dry like a teenage boy To keep on pretending that every pleasure's never-ending Keeps on hoping for more He asks and prays if he will ever know He wonders if it will ever show And sometimes late at night when the moon is shining in, The girlfriend of the p**no junkie softly laughs, softly laughs at him He won't die of heartbreak cause his heart will never break Secret system of pleasure that he worked so hard to make Will hold him so tightly that no one can get in Girlfriend of the p**no junkie now laughs at him Only a bed, And his blonde, blonde head So thin he'd dry like a teenage boy To keep on pretending that every pleasure's never-ending Keeps on hoping for more