Calendar Girl Lyrics

I used to go to the MoMA and that big museum down the street

To touch rocks that were carved into women a thousand years ago

They had no arms and their breasts had eroded

But their faces had that same superior look

As my calendar girl

You're the most beautiful thing these hands have ever touched

You're prettier than the girl on the corn chip bags

If all I've got to hang on to is your memory

I'll cling to your kiss

Marking crosses on past days

My calendar girl

I wish I was alone with you again

With your nude photo albums and that x-ray of your father's smile

If only to hear another one of your stories

You don't tell just anybody

A man who would share your secrets in song

Ain't a man I'd like to meet

Maybe all I've got of you is a memory

But you still lean between me and the wall

My calendar girl