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The Hip Modern Girl
Marian Jones was driven demented
The daemon inside, her soul represented
Like a small bead on a very long string
The complex structure of the gossamer ring
She's laughing
In a devilment whirl
A rite of passage
For the hip, modern girl
Jupiter stirred water and life
Aphrodite refused to be his wife
I put it to her she's elusive bent
Blowing in on a nightmare hell sent
She's laughing
In a devilment whirl
A rite of passage
For the hip, modern girl
In an age of exotica moon
The sky falls backwards and stops far too soon
Enveloped in a mountain of dust
Working late at night to increase her bust
She's laughing
In a devilment whirl
A rite of passage
For the hip, modern girl
