"Smart Brunette"

She was a mystery,

Even to herself,

She talked for hours,

And never said a thing,

And some say she preferred in that way,

So she could be whoever she wanted

And keep that mystique for herself.

She was a smart girl,

Full of words and energy,

Read her books and sang her songs,

And she was far too smart to fall in love.

She was a cynic,

But wasn't always that way,

She was never foolish,

She got hit and ran away,

Behind her edifice of stone,

She fled the ballpark,

For the sidelines,

Where she stayed,

To coach her friends,

Cuz she was too smart to get hurt again,

Too smart for a broken heart,

Smart brunette.

Never cared much for soap operas,

But she turned them on at night,

So she could pretend to be secure,

As she laughed and cried,

This isn't real life,

It's just a caricature,

Smart brunette.

Every night,

When she was home alone,

She'd be the soothing voice on the phone,

Saying,

It's all right,

And It's OK,

You're too good for him anyways,

Preferred the sidelines to the ballpark,

Smart brunette.

Soothed all the corners of every love triangle,

How she hated to see them making her mistake,

Neck-deep in other's problems,

To ignore her own,

Smart brunette.

So she'd go home every night and turn on the soaps,

And she'd laugh herself goodnight,

And she'd laugh herself goodnight,

Smart brunette.

She would think so and she would say so,

If you loved like you'd never been hurt,

Then how would you know when to let go,

But she'd never know,

Never have to feel the pain,

If she ignored the game,

So she did,

Smart brunette.

He knocked on her door,

And stared at the floor,

But he just couldn't bear it anymore,

Loving her was like chasing moon,

And loving him was like crashing down to earth,

But he still knocked,

She closed her eyes and pretended not to hear,

So she locked her heart,

She locked her soul,

She locked her ears,

And she locked the door.

So then she went and turned on the soaps,

And she laughed herself goodnight,

And she cried herself goodnight,

Smart brunette.

She sat awake all night,

Singing by candlelight,

Stroked her own heart with that beautiful voice,

And she said,

It's all right,

And it's OK,

You're too-

He's too good for you,

Anyways,

Smart brunette.

Every soap opera's got one,

And what is life but that,

Never realized how confused she was,

Until caricatures looked like photographs,

Smart brunette.

So she'd go home every night and turn on the soaps,

And she'd laugh herself goodnight,

And she'd laugh herself goodnight,

Smart brunette.

Oh, she cried,

Through ice-glazed emerald eyes,

Deep as skies,

But clear as glass,

Eyes that seem to say,

The actress likes her part,

But she doesn't like the play,

Smart brunette.

Too smart to take up the plate,

Too smart and too late,

Too proud to be anybody's fool,

Too free to abide by someone else's rules,

So she'd be free, smart, and proud,

All alone with her soaps at night,

So she'd laugh herself goodnight,

So she'd laugh herself goodnight,

Too smart for a broken heart,

Smart brunette,

Who'd laugh herself,

Who'd cry herself,

Goodnight,

Smart brunette.