Cover Girl

And you
Sitting naked in your leather armchair
Smoking your cigarette
And singing out of key
A faded star clinging to the dream
Still holding the beauty
That turned all the heads
The persona now the person
The dream now the memoirs
The centrespreads obituaries
The bitchiness secluded
Your long wet hair
Draped across your shoulder
An aroused nipple
Begging to be kissed
The same inches of flesh
As the ones they bought the magazines for
Cover girl, come cover me
Cover girl, come cover me

Your flickering shadow
As you move across the room
Larger than life
Now smaller than a child
A tapestry of a thousand tales
A picture of a thousand scenes
A story of a thousand sets
A legend of a thousand beds
But now the assets
Have slightly sagged
The spark so slightly dulled
But the twinkle
And the zest for life
Have drawn me into you
Cover girl, come cover me
Cover girl, come cover me