Everything's so easy for Pauline
Everything's so easy for Pauline
Ancient strings set feet a light to speed to her such mild grace

No monument of tacky gold
They smoothed her hair with cinnamon waves
And they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected

Fate holds her firm in its cradle and then rolls her for a tender pause to savor
Everything's so easy for Pauline


Girl with the parking lot eyes
Margaret is the fragments of a name
Her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake

Of the make-believe monster whose picture was faked
Margaret is the fragments of a name
Her love pours like a fountain

Her love steams like rage
Her jaw aches from wanting and she's sick from chlorine
But she'll never be as clean

As the cool side of satin, Pauline

Two girls ride the blue line

Two girls walk down the same street
One left her sweater sittin' on the train
The other lost three fingers at the cannery

Everything's so easy for Pauline