[Verse 1]
I spy for the "spirit of curiosity"
All the scandals of each vain monstrosity
I gossip and I pry and I insinuate
If the failure is great then it tends to fascinate
A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain
Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane
Her lovers fell like skittles in a ten pin bowling lane
But nothing could compare with that explosion of fame
So you jumped back with alarm
Every Elvis has his army, every rattlesnake its charm
Can you still hear me? Am I coming through just fine?
Your memory was buried in a simple box of pine
[Chorus]
Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?
It's such a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
But the last thing you need is another episode of blonde
[Verse 2]
Revolving like a jeweler's figure on a music box
The spangled curtain parted and a night-club scene unlocks
Pinned, fixed and fastened in a fallow spot
Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's got
To the last gasp of a wounded bandeon
A tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan this stolen feeling
Amplified up through the busted speaker blaring, blasting
Advertising, distorted beyond reason
Into the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards
Half out of the taxi cab, the barker seized my elbow
He thought i was another lonely, likely pilgrim
Looking for St. Telmo
I spy for the "spirit of curiosity"
All the scandals of each vain monstrosity
I gossip and I pry and I insinuate
If the failure is great then it tends to fascinate
A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain
Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane
Her lovers fell like skittles in a ten pin bowling lane
But nothing could compare with that explosion of fame
So you jumped back with alarm
Every Elvis has his army, every rattlesnake its charm
Can you still hear me? Am I coming through just fine?
Your memory was buried in a simple box of pine
[Chorus]
Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?
It's such a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
But the last thing you need is another episode of blonde
[Verse 2]
Revolving like a jeweler's figure on a music box
The spangled curtain parted and a night-club scene unlocks
Pinned, fixed and fastened in a fallow spot
Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's got
To the last gasp of a wounded bandeon
A tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan this stolen feeling
Amplified up through the busted speaker blaring, blasting
Advertising, distorted beyond reason
Into the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards
Half out of the taxi cab, the barker seized my elbow
He thought i was another lonely, likely pilgrim
Looking for St. Telmo
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