She had purple eyes like Elizabeth Taylor,
Sleepytime camomille,
She passed the time in lavender and peppermint oil,
And spoke to me-
She never would digress,
But ahe'd only change her point of view.
And when they spoke of love so true,
She'd order out and charge it to you...
Everybody wondered if she could Vogue and Mademoiselle,
But when they jumped the Glamour in,
She'd let on deals with glitz and sin...
Stay, they said, and she'd say Go...
Because she'd heard her name before,
And even though it wasn't true,
She cracked her whip-
Hung up on you.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN