Magazine Rack

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Magazine RackI useta love Batman, Spiderman and the HulkI was one step away from joinin’ a Star Trek cultDown at the deli, I was always catchin’ flakFor readin’ sci-fi and comix, at the magazine rackThen peach fuzz filled my chin, hair sprouted on my chestI forgot about the Joker, when I discovered breastsI still loitered at that deli, sayin’ I was there for snacksBut now I was readin’ Cosmo, at the magazine rackYeah, the magazine rackThey always kept it stackedLawdy, I’d never seen pictures like thatThe clerk never bought my innocent actHe knew why I hung around the magazine rackSally came up to my room, to study after class‘fore she used my restroom, I hid what I had stashedIn my magazine rackI always kept it stackedLawdy, I’d never seen pictures like thatMy dad never bought my innocent actHe knew what I had in that magazine rackThough I got three Ds, I still made the gradeCos me n Sally went, on a sizzlin’ dateGot rid of all my glossies, when I became a manCos seein’ them in 3D, was way better thanany magazine rackWhoa that cheerleader was stackedLawdy, I’d never seen nothin’ like thatI held her tight and she gave me tit for tatThe real thing beat every magazine rackYeah, that purty thing, turned my heart to puttyThough we’ve been married years, she’s still my bosom buddyI think back on my childhood, and cut my kid some slackWhen I catch him readin’ Maxim, at the magazine rackThe magazine rack, the magazine rack…©2007 Robert George