I'm thinking about the images Stored in my memory bank I'm lost inside a paradise My mind goes all blank And on the floor a leopard skin Ooh she's all legs and lips I've one ear on the kitchen door Where dad was preparing drinks My hormones have gone haywire My temperature is right off the gauge I'm so scared my mum will find out What I'm doing so I quickly turn the page I'm thinking about the images That I had inside my head There's not much to imagine To that centre spread She looks at me seductively Ooh I feel something new There's steam coming out of my ears My toes curl in my shoes In a covert operation I head towards the shops I had a fascination That I didn't want to stop Inside a comic a magazine Then I walked out of the door And swiftly made my way home I'm thinking about the images My teenage self enjoyed Those dangerous excursions Took the man out of the boy The women I encountered there Became good friends and stuck Together in the pages to see A teenage boy thunderstruck