She's from the South Bay
She loves to quote Hemmingway
She vacuums the house in her high heels her lingerie
Dad's an engineer
Mom likes to interfere
And every night its a bottle of white
To hold her tight and mask her fears
But she's my queen
She's my Marilyn
And I'm her Joe DiMaggio
She's my queen
She does up her hair
monogamous affair
Where the dinner conversation is of  and Moliere
Then its back to her flat
Above the laundromat
Where she'll teach you how to [bad word] like an acrobat
She'll flash that angel
devil grin
And wait for worship to begin