Ex-Guru

One of those blonde ladies had a certain hold on me.

I went to all her seminars by the Airport in the Double Tree.

I even let her use nephew's sea plane in the Bahamas for free.

But she means nothing to me now.

I tell myself that everyday:

She means nothing to me now.

I tell myself every single day.

I'm quite convinced I escaped her sway.

I burned all my clothes with eucalyptus juice;

Ripped out the floors and painted all the platforms puce;

And I went so far as to sacrifice a second snake to Zeus,

So she means nothing to me now.

I tell myself that everyday:

She means nothing to me now.

I tell myself every single day.

I'm still convinced I escaped her sway.

But when she mopes in the moonlight on her mesa in March,

Does she kick up a thunderstorm

When she thinks of my betrayal?

She means nothing to me now,

(Whistle).