One of those blonde ladies had a certain hold on me. I went to all her seminars by the Airport in the Double Tree. I even let her use nephew's sea plane in the Bahamas for free. But she means nothing to me now. I tell myself that everyday: She means nothing to me now. I tell myself every single day. I'm quite convinced I escaped her sway. I burned all my clothes with eucalyptus juice; Ripped out the floors and painted all the platforms puce; And I went so far as to sacrifice a second snake to Zeus, So she means nothing to me now. I tell myself that everyday: She means nothing to me now. I tell myself every single day. I'm still convinced I escaped her sway. But when she mopes in the moonlight on her mesa in March, Does she kick up a thunderstorm When she thinks of my betrayal? She means nothing to me now, (Whistle).