An air of self delusion that no two arms could ever contain This lady is a hypnosis poet and when she speaks her words weep like rain She tiptoes through the side streets in the morning and wears dark sunshades at night However she might be spending her time I don't know you'd have to ask her neighbors But she ain't ever gonna open up (no) She ain't ever gonna open up (no) Not to no one My dear ramona Born in some unnatural state that no one father would claim This daughter saving up commissions from acting but no one's ever seen her play She fixes breakfast for two in the morning and drinks dark coffee at night Whoever she might be going to bed with, you can read about that in her moleskin But she ain't ever gonna open up (no) She ain't ever gonna open up (no) Not to no one My dear ramona