Ophelia
Ophelia was a bride of godA novice CarmeliteIn sister cells the cloister bellsTolled on her wedding night
Ophelia was a rebel girlA blue stocking suffragetteWho remedied societyBetween her cigarettes
Ophelia was a sweetheartTo the nation over nightCurvaceous thighsVivacious eyesLove was at first sight...
Ophelia was a demigoddessIn pre war BabylonSo statuesque a silhouetteIn black satin evening gowns
Ophelia was the mistress to aVegas gambling manSignora Ophelia MaraschinaMafia courtesan
Ophelia was a circus queenThe female cannonballProjected through five flaming hoopsTo wild and shocked applause...
Ophelia was a cyclone, tempestA god damned hurricaneYour common senseYour best defenseLay wasted and in vain
Ophelia'd know your every woeAnd pain you'd ever hadShe'd sympathizeAnd dry your eyesAnd help you to forget...
Ophelia's mind went wanderingYou'd wonder where she'd goneThrough secret doorsDown corridorsShe'd wander them aloneAll alone...