Dirty Old Men

There's a place you can go, a dirty place
With grime on the walls, a dank dark space
And look at the pictures with a child's face
"It's only looking" makes a lousy case.

Justify the act, say that it's no crime
Everybody does it, all of the time
Make it respectable, make it sublime
Just a pretty bit of gilding over putrid grime.

Paying for a product makes a market tick
Putting in the dosh pays for another trick
Get the sexual tension, give your lips a lick
You cannot mask the truth, you're just sick.