Ophelia

Ophelia was a bride of god

A novice Carmelite

In sister cells the cloister bells

Tolled on her wedding night 

Ophelia was a rebel girl

A blue stocking suffragette

Who remedied society

Between her cigarettes 

Ophelia was a sweetheart

To the nation over night

Curvaceous thighs

Vivacious eyes

Love was at first sight... 

Ophelia was a demigoddess

In pre war Babylon

So statuesque a silhouette

In black satin evening gowns 

Ophelia was the mistress to a

Vegas gambling man

Signora Ophelia Maraschina

Mafia courtesan 

Ophelia was a circus queen

The female cannonball

Projected through five flaming hoops

To wild and shocked applause... 

Ophelia was a cyclone, tempest

A god damned hurricane

Your common sense

Your best defense

Lay wasted and in vain 

Ophelia'd know your every woe

And pain you'd ever had

She'd sympathize

And dry your eyes

And help you to forget... 

Ophelia's mind went wandering

You'd wonder where she'd gone

Through secret doors

Down corridors

She'd wander them alone

All alone... 

picture credit: Ophelia by John Everette Millais
lyrics: Ophelia by Natalie Merchant