She made me peaches on ice Like it was the 1920's She was Greta Garbo And I Hemingway
We went out And toasted to good will Youth and prosperity Innocence the norm And carte blanche The martini
Without the olive Because she had to eat it And laughed, while ever so slightly teasing
I felt better than Paris on a spring day I felt stronger than a million sympathies I felt as if the world had a plan for me Alas, I was served Peaches on ice By the love of my life. Perhaps it would all be alright.
All I knew Is that believing it Made it real enough To my wistful eyes.