Isadora, do you fornicate often?
I assumed as much
Do your tattoos take you back to Boston?
Or Los Angeles
Or Los Angeles
Now you're back with your four year degree in
Greece and ancient Rome
Girl, I know that you're tired of agreeing
With all your friends back home
With all your friends back home
In a way, when you wake up every day
To wipe the makeup off your face
Do you feel that you're needed here?
In a sense, when you jumped the picket fence
Did it way on your conscience
Like a ringing in your ear?
Isadora, you're bored of your boyfriend
He must know by now
'Cause you only use your fuschia lipstick
When he's out of town
When he's out of town
Girl, I know that you're tired of agreeing
With all your friends back home
With all your friends back home
Below your brow, I see your peepers peekin' out
I see your sympathetic frown
Like the bend of the tortoise shell
Below your waist, I see your knees locked into place
I see a modest change in pace
In the nightgown you sewed yourself
In a way, when you wake up every day
To wipe the makeup off your face
Do you feel that you're needed here?
In a sense, when you jumped the picket fence
Did it way on your conscience
Like a ringing in your ear?