The muse in tattered tutu on a garlanded swing
Drives me to creation
The lark is on the wing
The other girls are pretty the other girls will do
But nothing can distract me
I love her tutu too.
The muse in tattered tutu is hurt but not by me
Saves me from distraction
Rids me of ennui
The other girls have culture the other girls have pearls
But nothing can distract me
From her muskiness and curls.
The muse in tattered tutu, I’d save her if I could
Helps me count the pennies
Makes me feel quite good
The other girls have lippy the other girls have kohl
But nothing will distract me
When she plays the other role.
The muse in tattered tutu, tutu too too tight
Drives me from the bathroom
In the middle of the night
Other girls have boyfriends other girls have girls
But nothing will protect me
From the insults that she hurls
The muse in tattered tutu, has left me so so sad
I drove her to the station
I wish I never had
Other girls have manners other girls have grace
But the muse in tattered tutu
Is now in some other place.
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