Mason Proper Miss Marylou Carreau lyrics

She caught the bug, she's having nightmares
She bought a mug of bubbles
From a bauble-hawker at the bazaar
Supposedly an ex-czar from lands afar

Her paperback should be inspected
She took it back, renouncing every syllable
And carefully crafted clause
They may call her daft
They may be calling her daft

Her body's a household, the fave of a race
In tunnels and canyons, crave and savor the taste
Singing, "Ah ohh, we love it here
In famous Miss Marylou Carreau"

The editor is incrementing
Her now ignored automatic attendant
M.I.A. on the floor, amid discarded decor

And pages torn

And we, the inhabitants love it, love it, love it
'Cause she's shaking the world less
She's shaking the world so much less than before
Miss Marylou Carreau, Carreau

Her body's a household, the fave of a race
In tunnels and canyons, crave and savor the taste
Singing "Ah ohh, we love it here
In famous Miss Marylou Carreau"

We are alive, we got her heart beat
She's got a family, all fifteen flaws in the brain
Like everyone else we never get back