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.
 Where she'll teach you how to fuck like an acrobat.

 She'll flash that angel/devil grin.
 And wait for worship to begin.
 She's my queen.
 She's my Marilyn and I'm her Joe Dimaggio.
 She is my queen.

 She does up her hair.
 A monogamous affair.
 Where the dinner conversation is of sex and moliere.
 Then it's back to her flat above the laundromat