Paul And Storm - Every Man Has a Secret lyrics

Every man has a secret p**n collection Beneath the mattress, in the basement, or in the shed An indecent aggregation To aid with our stimulation After everybody else has gone to bed An encyclopedic media selection Pictures, magazines, flip-books and DVDs A corn-u-copia of data Both in VHS and Beta It's a wonderland of surreptitious sleaze It may lurk on the computer In an inconspicuously-named directory I bet even Catholic priests Sequester some in the recesses of their rectory There's a potpourri for every predilection Girl on girl, man on man, or dog on fish Every cla** of animalia Juxtaposing genitalia To help us scratch our every evil itch Yes, every man has a secret p**n collection And my lady friends, as vices go, there's worse So let us keep our smut clandestine And we won't ask any questions About the "neck ma**ager" you keep in your purse Keep…in…your…purse! (Bzzzzzzzz…)