Betty Page Letra

I loved her like a sister
or a piece of furniture.
A rubber dress and a leather whip.
Her photographs were well equipped at shocking the government of the day.
If they just new poor Betty
for her innocence and naivety
I am miss puritan.
I know my answers are right.
I am miss holier than.
I will win this justified fight.
Itis not easy. No, it's not easy.
A silver gun what a glorious hit man
stuck inside his lover's basement,
thinking about the situation in front of him.
He loves her like a mother
or a piece of furniture.
Two lives left, and one is for the taking!
He's the husband, an insurance agent.
Now he's the target for the postman
who brought lust with his deliveries
of innocence and naivety.
The bullets flew and it hit her face.
The insurance paid for the wedding day and now there's a partner for the postman.
He loves her like a mother
or a piece of furniture.
And Betty Page isn't made of sin
now that Jesus Christ is her only best friend and her bikini is her bible.
I guess they call that survival
when all your pictures turn yellow.