Lady Writer
Lady writer on the TVTalkin' 'bout the Virgin MaryReminded me of youExpectation left to come up to
Lady writer on the TVShe had another qualityThe way you used to lookAnd I know you never read a book
Just the way that her hair fell down around her faceAnd I recall my fall from graceAnother time another place
Lady writer on the TVShe had all the brains and the beautyThe pictures does not fitYou'd talk to me when you felt like it
Just the way that her hair fell down around her faceAnd I recall my fall from graceAnother time another place
Yes and your rich old manYou know he'd a call her a dead wringerYou got the same commandPlus your mother was a jazz singer
Just the way that her hair fell down around her faceAnd I recall my fall from graceAnother time another place
Lady writer on the TVShe knew all about historyYou couldn't hardly write your nameI think I want you just the same as the
Lady writer on the TVTalking about the Virgin MaryYou know I'm talking about you and meLady writer on the TV