Ophelia was a bride of God, a novice Carmelite
In sister cells, the cloister bells tolled on her wedding night
Ophelia was the rebel girl, a blue-stockinged suffragette
Who remedied society between her cigarettes
And Ophelia was the sweetheart to a nation overnight
Curvaceous thighs, vivacious eyes, love was at first sight
Love was at first sight
Ophelia was a demi-goddess in pre-war Babylon
So statuesque, a silhouette in black, satin evening gowns
Ophelia was the mistress to a Vegas gambling man
Signora Ophelia Maraschina, mafia courtesan
Ophelia was the circus queen, the female cannonball
Projected through five flaming hoops to wild and shocked applause
To wild and shocked applause
Ophelia was a tempest, cyclone, a God-damned hurricane
Your common sense, your best defense lay wasted and in vain
For Ophelia'd know your every woe and every pain you'd ever have
She'd sympathize and dry your eyes, help you to forget
And help you to forget
And help you to forget
Ophelia's mind went wandering
You'd wonder where she'd gone
To secret doors down corridors
She'd wander them alone
All alone
