my girl friend's name was zelda
and she acted like such a bore
i talked with her on Sunday
but i couldn't hear her anymore
i'd see her reading magazines
flipping pages of her life
looking at all the advertisements
for a husband or a wife
and dancing down a busy street
dressed in diamond rings and furs
she never cast a worried look
'cause everything she saw was hers
& i followed with my open book
writing every word she said
but even when my book was full
i couldn't raise her from the dead
she gave me sexy games to choose
no strings attached i couldn't lose
she played her hand and pulled my hair
i looked around no lover there
my girlfriend's name was zelda
and she had star dust in her eyes
but it wasn't how she looked at me
that told me everything was lies
we used to sit and dream of love
and she'd whisper in my ear
but when i asked to share her soul
she wouldn't let me near
& her party postcards faded
with colors dyed in black & white
all the signs found in her eyes
were pointing to midnight
my girlfriend's name was zelda
and she acted like such a bore
i talked with her on Sunday
but i couldn't hear her anymore
she gave me sexy games to choose
no strings attached i couldn't lose
she played her hand and pulled my hair
i looked around no lover there
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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