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...