She says she works in government
Though her job is ill-defined
She's a registered Republican

With a bitter chocolate mind
She sometimes lives in Washington
She always lives in hope

She drives a European car
And buys expensive soap
She grew up as a rebel

Though her tastes were quite diverse
Stayed up in her room all night
With existential verse

But something changed in college
And she grew more resolute
Still she keeps that air of danger

Even in a business suit
She's got the best taste in wine
She's got the best taste in wine

Though her icons and her medieval armour
Seem a little cold
I'd go 'round there anytime

That stuff is so hard to find
I don't know what we talk about
It drifts off to the chairs and curtain folds

Oh Margaux, I'm waiting for you
Oh Margaux, what can I do
I don't know what she sees in me

I sometimes get confused
At times she looks at me as though
She's secretly amused

And though I'm no sophisticate
I don't think I'd be shocked
I'd like to know what's in those drawers

And rooms that she keeps locked
She's got the best taste in wine
She's got the best taste in wine

Though her icons and her medieval armour
Seem a little cold
I'd go 'round there anytime

That stuff is so hard to find
I don't know what we talk about
It drifts off to the chairs and curtain folds

Oh Margaux, I'm waiting for you
Oh Margaux, what can I do