Simply Lorraine sings for a while
In a three-octave harmonica style
ItЎЇs easy to see her harmony
stabbing at my songs from behind
Trying to stick her cosmic philosopherЎЇs
words into rhymes
Nobody can tell it the same
To her everythingЎЇs just like a game
But sheЎЇll make it seem some big machineЎЇs
driving you clean outa your mind
Come on admit it, thatЎЇs just the limit,
weЎЇve travelled from mad to sublime
Oh sheЎЇs a lady from a background of pearls
WhoЎЇs tormenting and bending my world
My only vice is the fantastic prices I
Charge for being eaten aliveЎ
So Nina can paint dragons on guitars
She can roll up a Victorian vase,
That gal can sweep, skip,
jump and leap into a room full of clowns,
No oneЎЇll tame her, no oneЎЇll claim her,
ЎЇtil sheЎЇs been at least all around
Doreen is a hunk of a man,
