Myrna Loy

If she smiles, she gets her way

And if she rips you, that's okay

When they come down from starry space

She must represent the sorry human race



Ah, Myrna Loy



You couldn't have a better friend

She would have found the lost weekend

If they come down from starry space

All they need to see the light upon her face



What really matters

Isn't what is really real

What really matters

Is the way it makes you feel



There's just one story that's been told

A woman's world is twice as cold

If she came down from starry space

At least one angel knew this sad

And lonely place