She cries in her coffee and pees in her shoes
She flies down the runway with nothing to lose
She’s a self-winding staircase and drinks only tea
She’s a postmodern woman and always contrary to me
She winks like an owl with nary a hoot
She sings penny opera with a blade in her boot
She’s a ship on the siding and a train out to sea
She’s a postmodern woman and always contrary to me
She’s a rhinestone clad cowgirl at a fancy-dress ball
She’s a gangster moll Bonnie with no Clyde at all
She’s a sleepless young princess with nary a pea
She’s a postmodern woman and always contrary to me
She knows the world’s problems and nothing at all
She comes when you call her, but she’s never on call
She’s a street paved with gold yet her toll isn’t free
She’s a postmodern woman and always contrary to me
