She's from the south bay
She just loves to quote Hemmingway
She vacuums the house in her high heals and her lingerie
Dad's an engineer
Mom likes to interfere
And every night it's a bottle of white to hold her tight and mask her fear
She'll flash that angel/devil grin
Where she'll teach you how to fuck like an acrobat
She's my queen
And wait for worship to begin
She's my Marilyn and I'm her Joe Dimaggio
She is my queen
Where the dinner conversation is of sex and moliere
A monogamous affair
She does up her hair
Then it's back to her flat above the laundromat