the goddess of love and beauty lives in champaign
i tell her that i still love her
she tells me she still hates illinois
i don't dare ask her what she meant by that
i'm not afraid of what she'll say i just
don't want to annoy her
and if you say i throw all my pearls away
i say hey i don't wear jewelry
i just want to see them roll up against her clothes
i don't need them on a string
next to my clothes
she always could knock my hat off with her hips
she'd get me to pick it up and put it on her head
i didn't mind i was busy looking at her lips
and thinking that my hat looked better on her instead
just like god i don't touch but she's real
and just like god it's kinda hard to believe
it comme dieu elle me fait croyant
i wish that i could see what she's got up her sleeve
and you say my windmill's starting to tilt
i say come on out and feel the breeze
i'm tired of lashing myself to the bed
i'm tired of seeing the light
and turning my head
the goddess of love and beauty lives in champaign
i tell her the pool is sparkling sparky
she tells me she loves the rain
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