Simply Lorraine sings for a while In a three-octave harmonica style It’s easy to see her harmony stabbing at my songs from behind Trying to stick her cosmic philosopher’s words into rhymes Nobody can tell it the same To her everything’s just like a game But she’ll make it seem some big machine’s driving you clean outa your mind Come on admit it, that’s just the limit, we’ve travelled from mad to sublime
Oh she’s a lady from a background of pearls Who’s tormenting and bending my world My only vice is the fantastic prices I Charge for being eaten alive…
So Nina can paint dragons on guitars She can roll up a Victorian vase, That gal can sweep, skip, jump and leap into a room full of clowns, No one’ll tame her, no one’ll claim her, ’til she’s been at least all around Doreen is a hunk of a man, she can wipe every boy from the land But Lorraine can fly it way outa sight then bring it on back to the fold Give me a chance, I want romance, don’t give me your love quite so cold
Oh she’s a lady from a background of pearls Who’s tormenting and bending my world My only vice is the fantastic prices I Charge for being eaten alive…
Compositor: Stephen Malcolm Ronald Nice ECAD: Obra #14581117