If she smiles, she gets her way And if she rips you, that's okay When they come down from starry space She must represent the sorry human race
Ah, Myrna Loy
You couldn't have a better friend She would have found the lost weekend If they come down from starry space All they need to see The light upon her face
What really matters isn't what is really real What really matters is the way it makes you feel
There's just one story that's been told A woman's world is twice as cold If she came down from starry space At least one angel knew this sad and lonely place
