An air of self delusion that no
two arms could ever contain
This lady is a hypnosis poet and
when she speaks her words
weep like rain
She tiptoes through the side streets
in the morning and wears
dark sunshades at night
However she might be
spending her time I don't know
you'd have to ask her neighbors
But she ain't ever gonna open up
no
She ain't ever gonna open up
no
Not to no one
My dear ramona
Born in some unnatural state
that no one father would claim
This daughter saving up
commissions from acting but no
one's ever seen her play
She fixes breakfast for two
in the morning and drinks
dark coffee at night
Whoever she might be
going to bed with
you can read about
that in her moleskin
But she ain't ever gonna open up
no
She ain't ever gonna open up
no
Not to no one
My dear ramona