MARGARET

Margie, tuck them in and come out at night You're not the first I know of you Those oven-headed ladies seemed alright Though they may wonder where you are O flighty mama They had never even thought you'd get this far Where were you that night of inelegant youth? Dinner plates the size of eyes The linger of a thousand girls' perfumes Though they may wonder where you are O flighty mama They had never even thought you'd get this far (So where were you those wasted days?) I said, sing for me in other times This dress don't fit these shoulder blades (And where were you those afternoons?) Do people in this place pay mind To how the planes bisect the moon? (Do people in this place pay mind? Do people in this place pay mind?)