Mobile (Swe) - Swedish Magazines

I once heard a story about a naughty little boy
Saving every little penny in a box
For what kind of reason? - Swedish Magazines
Boy, he was lonely
Boy, he was only seventeen

He had misery at home, didn't make it with the girls,
Was a no-no-no at school, he was the fool
The one thing he mastered was the Swedish magazines
These cost him plenty. When he was 20 he was broke

Without cash life ain't not quite as easy as it should
So he put himself together for the only thing he could

He went to look for a job. He needed every single bob
And finally his chance of getting work was realized.
He met one guy who said "I need an extra hand in my boutique".

It had air-condition and sexy red lights
And cute female assistans with rosettes around their thighs.
The clients parked their limousines outside in the streets
on the double yellow lines (They could affor the parking fees)
The pay was almost nothing and the working hours late
But glancing through the shelves he really met his fate
There was "Ero" and "Lesiban", "Private" and "Fifteen",
"Weekend Sex" and "Cavalcade", "Big Busty" and "Obscene".
In colour with foldouts, addresses and the steam of extacy
and energy and all the rest you've seen.

He was no longer alone
He picked up orders by phone
He went, delivering mags
He kept'em hidden in bags
And so receiving the checks
He made a fortune in sex

He bought a mercedes-benz
He didn't mind the expense
He didn't stay in the shades
Became a master of trades
And finally, as it seems,
Had realized his boyhood dreams

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