One of those blond ladies had a certain hold on me
I went to all her seminars by the airport in the Doubletree
I even let her use nephew’s seaplane in the Bahamas for free

But she means nothing to me now
I tell myself that everyday
She means nothing to me now
I tell myself every single day
I’m quite convinced I escaped her sway

I burned all my clothes with eucalyptus juice
Ripped out the floors and painted all the platforms puce
And I went so far as to sacrifice a second snake to Zeus

So she means nothing to me now
I tell myself that everyday
She means nothing to me now
I tell myself every single day
I’m still convinced I escaped her sway

But when she mopes in the moonlight on her mesa in March
Does she kick up a thunderstorm when she thinks of my betrayal?

She means nothing to me now
She means nothing to me now