Ophelia was a bride of god
 A novice Carmelite
 In sister cells the cloister bells
 Tolled on her wedding night 
 
 Ophelia was a rebel girl
 A blue stocking suffragette
 Who remedied society
 Between her cigarettes 
 
 Ophelia was a sweetheart
 To the nation over night
 
 Curvaceous thighs
 Vivacious eyes
 Love was at first sight... 
 
 Ophelia was a demigoddess
 In pre war Babylon
 So statuesque a silhouette
 In black satin evening gowns 
 
 Ophelia was the mistress to a
 Vegas gambling man
 Signora Ophelia Maraschina
 Mafia courtesan 
 
 Ophelia was a circus queen
 The female cannonball
 Projected through five flaming hoops
 To wild and shocked applause... 
 
 Ophelia was a tempest, cyclone
 A god damned hurricane
 Your common sense
 Your best defense
 Lay wasted and in vain 
 
 Ophelia'd know your every woe
 And pain you'd ever had
 She'd sympathize
 And dry your eyes
 And help you to forget... 
 
 Ophelia's mind went wandering
 You'd wonder where she'd gone
 Through secret doors
 Down corridors
 She'd wander them alone
 All alone...