Ophelia was a bride of god, a novice Carmelite
In sister cells the cloister bells tolled on her wedding night
A rebel girl, a blue stocking suffragette
Who remedied society between her cigarettes
A sweetheart to the nation over night
Curvaceous thighs, vivacious eyes
Love was at first sight...
A demigoddess in pre war Babylon
So statuesque a silhouette in black satin evening gowns
The mistress to a Vegas gambling man
Signora Ophelia Maraschina, mafia courtesan
A circus queen, the female cannonball
Projected through five flaming hoops to wild and shocked applause...
A cyclone, tempest, a god damned hurricane
Your common sense your best defense
Lay wasted and in vain
Ophelia'd know your every woe and pain you'd ever had
She'd sympathize and dry your eyes and help you to forget...
Ophelia's mind went wandering...
You'd wonder where she'd gone
Through secret doors
She'd wander them...
(Ophlelia lyrics, Natalie Merchant)