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...
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