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).