Waiting for Margaux

She says she works «in government»
Though her job is ill-defined
She’s a registered Republican
With a bitter chocolate mind
She sometimes lives in Washington
She always lives in hope
She drives a European car
And buys expensive soap
She grew up as a rebel
Though her tastes were quite diverse
Stayed up in her room at night
With existential verse
But something changed in college
And she grew more resolute
Still she keeps that air of danger
Even in a business suit
She’s got the best taste in wine
She’s got the best taste in wine
And though her icons and her medieval armour
Seem a little cold
I’d go 'round there anytime
That stuff is so hard to find
I don’t know what we talk about
It drifts off to the chairs and curtain folds
Oh Margaux, I’m waiting for you
Oh Margaux, what can I do
I don’t know what she sees in me
I sometimes get confused
At times she looks at me as if She’s secretly amused
And though I’m no sophisticate
I don’t think I’d be shocked
I’d like to know what’s in those drawers
And rooms that she keeps locked