Dear Ramona-Parquet Courts

[00:22.00]An air of self delusion that no two arms could ever contain [00:31.90]This lady is a hypnosis poet and when she speaks her words weep like rain [00:41.90]She tiptoes through the side streets in the morning and wears dark sunshades at night [00:51.81]However she might be spending her time I don't know you'd have to ask her neighbors [01:04.48]But she ain't ever gonna open up (no) [01:09.53]She ain't ever gonna open up (no) [01:12.96]Not to no one [01:17.77]My dear ramona [01:24.52]Born in some unnatural state that no one father would claim [01:34.49]This daughter saving up commissions from acting but no one's ever seen her play [01:44.49]She fixes breakfast for two in the morning and drinks dark coffee at night [01:54.40]Whoever she might be going to bed with, you can read about that in her Moleskine [02:07.22]But she ain't ever gonna open up (no) [02:12.50]She ain't ever gonna open up (no) [02:16.05]Not to no one [02:20.80]My dear ramona