Skin Flicks - Barclay James Harvest

Calendar, pin-up girl

Blonde and bronze, beauty fair

Photographed, cover girl

Unashamed, body bare

There’s no story

She’s a country girl at heart

There’s no glory

She’s just in it for the art, her part

Sun oiled skin, shapely breast

Slim and sleek, without dress

Page two girl, page two world

Glamour girl, look your best

There’s no story

She’s a country girl at heart

There’s no glory

She’s just in it for the art, her part

Every day I’m waiting by the telephone

Every day you keep me hanging on

But while you’re away, I think night and day

About where you’re gone and how for long

Before our love turns to stone

See you in the papers and the magazines

But a photograph’s no good to me

But while you’re away, I think night and day

About where you’re gone and how for long

Before our love turns to stone

Saw you for the first time and my shutter froze

Cameras clicked, we kissed and you were gone

But while you’re away, I think night and day

About where you’re gone and how for long

Before our love turns to stone

Beauty contests were your only claim to fame

Then your body won over your brain

You stripped for the lights

And things went just right

Now you’re suntanned right down to the bone

And our love’s gone, turned to stone