Margarat Vs. Pauline

Everything's so easy for Pauline

Everything's so easy for Pauline

Ancient strings set feet a light to speed to her such mild grace
No monument of tacky gold
They smoothed her hair with cinnamon waves

And they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected

Fate holds her firm in it's cradle
And then rolls her for a tender pause to savor

Everything's so easy for Pauline

Girl with the parking lot eyes

Margaret is the fragments of a name

Her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake
Of the make believe monster whose picture was faked

Margaret is the fragments of a name

Her love pours like a fountain
Her love steams like rage

Her jaw aches from wanting and she's sick from chlorine
But she'll never be as clean

As the cool side of sating Pauline Pauline

Two girls ride the blue line

Two girls walk down the same street

One left her sweater sittin' on the train
The other lost three fingers at the cannery

Everything's so easy for pauline
For pauline for pauline