You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs

The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images
In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable
Unapproachable, constant in the darkness
Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place before this gravestone
And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would be developing the negative view
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour
The public act, let you model your shame

On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk, and the cat walks

Marillion - Incubus

That's all.