[00:22.00]An air of self delusion that no two arms could ever contain
[00:31.90]This lady is a hypnosis poet and when she speaks her words weep like rain
[00:41.90]She tiptoes through the side streets in the morning and wears dark sunshades at night
[00:51.81]However she might be spending her time I don't know you'd have to ask her neighbors
[01:04.48]But she ain't ever gonna open up (no)
[01:09.53]She ain't ever gonna open up (no)
[01:12.96]Not to no one
[01:17.77]My dear ramona
[01:24.52]Born in some unnatural state that no one father would claim
[01:34.49]This daughter saving up commissions from acting but no one's ever seen her play
[01:44.49]She fixes breakfast for two in the morning and drinks dark coffee at night
[01:54.40]Whoever she might be going to bed with, you can read about that in her Moleskine
[02:07.22]But she ain't ever gonna open up (no)
[02:12.50]She ain't ever gonna open up (no)
[02:16.05]Not to no one
[02:20.80]My dear ramona