Ophelia

Ophelia was a bride of God

A novice Carmelite

In sister cells, the cloister bells

Tolled on her wedding night

Ophelia was the rebel girl

A blue stocking suffragette

Who remedied society

Between her cigarettes

Ophelia was the sweetheart to a nation overnight

Curvaceous thighs, vivacious eyes

Love was at first sight

Love was at first sight

Love, love

Love, love

Ophelia was a demigoddess

In pre-war Babylon

So statuesque, a silhouette

In black satin evening gown

And Ophelia was the mistress to

A Vegas gambling man

Signora Ophelia

Maraschina

Mafia courtesan

Ophelia was a circus queen

A female cannonball

Projected through five flaming hoops

To wild and shocked applause

To wild and shocked applause

Ophelia was a tempest, cyclone

A goddamned hurricane

Your common sense, your best defense

Laid wasted and in vain

For Ophelia knows your every woe

Every pain you'd ever had

She'd sympathize and dry your eyes

Help you to forget

And help you to forget

Ophelia's mind went wandering

You'd wonder where she'd gone

Through secret doors, down corridors

Wander them alone

Wander all alone