&tI nearly died I suicided softly. I saw her shadow through the cafe window. I watched you lean across the table. I watched you whisper in her ear. And she is your holy Mary. And I am so ordinary. And you can use me if you want to. I know you need me just like an old soft shoe.
She looks like me but a bit prettier. She's a skater and a ballet dancer. I saw her on your motorcycle. In the seat I thought was meant for me. And when your mother came to Boston you disappeared. And then I saw you three together. I guess she makes the best impression. With her charming femininity...
But I am the one you will call when alone. And I am the one who will give when she's gone. And so I give. So I give. I tell myself that love is truly giving. Somehow I justify this. Hoping you will understand me.
Hoping you will love me back.
And she is your holy Mary. And I am so ordinary. And she is your Queen Cleopatra. And I'm just your morning after. And she is your Star Spangled Banner. And I am just Frere Jaque. And you can lose me if you want to.
And I am so ordinary.
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