RAQUEL WELCH Oh Well, I was fourteen And fed up with little girls. Felt I was quite a man. But since I lived, Trapped in boy's skin still, The only women to seduce Were paper fairies That I would never meet with. Like Raquel would my girlfriend be: Friendly, sexy and promising to me. Like Raquel should my girlfriend be: With a warm, tender and exiting body Capable of setting my imagination free. Oh Well, By the time that I was sixteen, A grown up man in the middle of his teens, - Hard pretending, that is, to be I was still turning over pages of magazines, Seducing paper women that I had never seen. Like Raquel would no girlfriend be: Always smiling, always inviting, always ready for me. Like Raquel could no girlfriend be: Saying, doing all the time the very words and things That lived in that crazy head of mine. Oh well, I learned in my right time That fighting dreams isn’t easy:
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