Chloë

Chloë is a borough socialist

She insists there's not much more to it

Than drinks with a certain element

Of downtown art criticism

I benefit more than I should admit

From her unscrupulous therapist

How Benzedrine's supposed to address

Your shoplifting's anybody's guess

Chloë

Chloë

Please don't ever change

That story that continues to persist

How you could have dropped the cigarette

On the trip, your boyfriend's canoe flipped

Doesn't loose your grip on me a bit

She and I, we were inseparable

Till Ma called my East Coast uncle to

Ascertain the welfare of her son

Howard said "Mary, you'd better come"

Chloë

Her name is Chloë

And he's talkin' awful strange

But the more they abhor you

The more I adore you

I would, but I can't

My heart don't stand a chance

Of even a glance

Her soul is a pitch black expanse

Summer ended on the balcony

She put on Flight of the Valkyries

At her thirty first birthday party

Took a leap into the autumn leaves