One of those blond ladies had a certain hold on me
I went to all her seminars by the Airport in the Double
Tree

I even let her use nephew's seaplane in the Bahamas for
free


But she means nothing to me now
I tell myself that everyday:
She means nothing to me now

I tell myself every single day,
I'm quite convinced I escaped her sway


I burned all my clothes with eucalyptus juice;
Ripped out the floors and painted all the platforms puce;


And I went so far as to sacrifice a second snake to Zeus

So she means nothing to me now

I tell myself that everyday:
She means nothing to me now
I tell myself every single day,

I'm still convinced I escaped her sway

But when she mopes in the moonlight on her mesa in March,

Does she kick up a thunderstorm
When she thinks of my betrayal?


She means nothing to me now