Ex-Guru

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).