Ophelia-Natalie Merchant

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 tempest cyclone 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