Texty: Barclay James Harvest. Skin Flicks.

Calendar, pin-up girl
Blond and bronze, beauty fair
Photographed, cover girl
Unashamed, body bare

There's no story
She's a country girl at heart
There's no glory
She's just in it for the art, her part

Sun oiled skin, shapely breast
Slim and sleek without dress
Page two girl, page two world
Glamor girl, look your best

There's no story
She's a country girl at heart
There's no glory
She's just in it for the art, her part

Every day, I'm waitin' by the telephone
Every day, you keep me hangin' on
But while you're away, I think night and day
About where you're gone and how for long
Before our love turns to stone

See you in the papers and the magazines
But a photograph's no good to me
While you're away, I think night and day
About where you're gone and how for long
Before our love turns to stone

Saw you for the first time and my shutter froze
Cameras clicked, we kissed and you were gone
While you're away, I think night and day
While you're away, I think night and day
About where you're gone and how for long
Before our love turns to stone

Beauty contests were your only claim to fame
Then your body won over your brain
You stripped for the lights, things went just right
Now you're suntanned right down to the bone
And our love's gone, turned to stone