I spy for the "Spirit of Curiosity"

All the scandals of each vain monstrosity

I gossip and I pry and I insinuate

If the failure is great

Then it tends to fascinate



A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain

Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane

Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10-pin bowling lane

But nothing could compare with the explosion of fame



So you jumped back with alarm

Every Elvis has his army

Every rattlesnake his charm

Can you still hear me?

Am I coming through just fine?

Your memory was buried in simple box of pine



Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?

Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?

It's such a shame you had to break the heart

You could have counted on but the last thing you need is another

Episode of blonde



Revolving like a jeweller's figure on a music box

Spangled curtain parted and night-club scene unlocks

Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spot

Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's got

To the last gasp of a wounded bandeon

Tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan

This stolen feeling

Amplified up through a busted speaker

Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond reason

Into the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards,

Half out of the taxi cab the barker seized my elbow

He thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim looking for St. Telmo



Repeat chorus



I tried to keep a straight face but you know it never pays

He would stare into those eyes and then vacation in her gaze

She was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble

Now they are both living in a soft soap bubble



The film producer's con