I saw her there in a chestnut chair
She looked like a widow with willow stair
She stared out the window, she was hidden windrow
That billowed and bellowed her pain pellets spare
I saw her there like a crooked chameleon
All bent like a stick insect changing her feeling
Coloured hair like a maniac, bold and brash as an anorak
Crazy psychology of the sociopath's lair
I saw her there she stopped me in the doorway
All guardian of the universe her sphere of blue shit
Like a globe of becoming a purple mist succumbing
Combing the beach for wasted lives they have quit
I saw her there, but she is a little hitler
In charge of nothing but a dream that is wished
Who knows what to believe in, I don't think odd or even
Are numbers she's gambled on just bad waters fished
Her name it is Mandy, her banks they are sandy
Shores where her ship is scuppered and wrecked
So she started a bar for Amazonian pirates
And she banishes all those not on her wish list
Just ask for your hard hats, there nothing is stolen
Just ask for your dry tongues, just ask don't speak
Unless you've been spoken to by the Queen of the showroom
Just a Caribbean dive full of drunk fools and old fish
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