Dear Ramona - Parquet Courts

An heiress of delusion that no two arms could ever contain

This lady is a hypnosis poet and when she speaks her words weep like rain

She tiptoes through the side streets in the morning and wears dark sunshades at

night

However she might be spending her time I don’t know you’d have to ask her

neighbors

But she ain’t ever gonna open up (no)

She ain’t ever gonna open up (no)

Not to no one

My dear ramona

Born in some unnatural state that no one father would claim

This daughter saving up commissions from acting but no one’s ever seen her play

She fixes breakfast for two in the morning and drinks dark coffee at night

Whoever she might be going to bed with, you can read about that in

her Moleskine

But she ain’t ever gonna open up (no)

She ain’t ever gonna open up (no)

Not to no one

My dear ramona