One of those blond ladies had a certain hold on me
I went to all her seminars by the Airport in the Double
Tree
I even let her use nephew's seaplane in the Bahamas for
Free
But she means nothing to me now
I tell myself that everyday:
She means nothing to me now
I tell myself every single day,
I'm quite convinced I escaped her sway
I burned all my clothes with eucalyptus juice;
Ripped out the floors and painted all the platforms puce;
And I went so far as to sacrifice a second snake to Zeus
So she means nothing to me now
I tell myself that everyday:
She means nothing to me now
I tell myself every single day,
I'm still convinced I escaped her sway
But when she mopes in the moonlight on her mesa in March,
Does she kick up a thunderstorm
When she thinks of my betrayal?
She means nothing to me now
