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).