Nobody's Goddess Lyrics

I do dream of living with you in Paris

Looking out across the city from our terrace

I'll tie on that emerald pendant necklace

For us to go out and debate on various topics

But I insist

You're nobody's goddess

You like your Bergman and I love my Lynch

We could be an art house classic with a modern pinch

Even though I can't get over your silly kinks

Your bluntness makes my cheeks turn pink

Then I think

You're nobody's goddess

You say you love Baroque when it comes to classical

I ask if you're sure 'cause you're very hard to Handle

Even though in the wind you're like a candle

As it blows your hair flows so does your dress

But you stress

You're nobody's goddess

Your gifts of pickles and the finest of wines

Will make me perish

Early in time

But you like your grapes

Fresh off the vine

That's why you'll go on to tell others

How to live their lives

But they'll know

I tend to bite off more than I can ever chew

As elegance and grace just seem to complete you

I always wonder if our fate is wound together

Among the restless purple mountain heather

Then I remember

You're nobody's goddess

You're no damsel in destress

You're nobody's