Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

She was ravishing in rags
She banished gloom from the drag
Serving fantasies by the bag
Any mark would be taken in by the shine
Oh it’s no use cryin’ over spilt wine
And no use whining about wilted vines
Especially when the vineyard was never mine

She interrupted nothing, nothing at all
I was deeply contemplating the nearest wall
Innocently planning on procrastinating
My pre-wasted day away
But I lost sight of my priorities
And put the pause button on delay

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Maybe it was her eyes, or maybe her ink
Maybe it was her fire or just my drink
Whatever it was that made me think
Kick-starting grinding gears in my head
Oh, I’ll do nothing tomorrow instead

She liked to insert such terms
As hyperbolic tesselation
In the course of casual conversation
Dangling participles in anticipation
Of fruitless furtive flirtations
Daring you to confess incomprehension
Of notions which need no explanation

Classy and class-conscious all at once
She dropped out of finishing school
And jumped into the blue gene pool
Elitism isn’t for everyone she said
The books kept slipping off my head
And anyway they’d rather be read

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She had a way of waxing eloquent
On any subject she’d care to invent
She was of roundly angular bent
And I was rarely sure exactly what she meant
She always assumed that you understood
I always assumed I eventually would

What a bundle of conflicted contradictions
A wonderful mess of conflated convictions
In a ribbon-red dress defying description
Surfing the wave of Saturn’s Return
She had three triple lifetimes to burn
And so when she said shall we then go
And I said where and she said you know
She said you know
She said you know