Everythings so easy for Pauline Everythings so easy for Pauline Ancient strings set feet alight To speed to her such mild grace No monument of tacky gold They smoothed her hair With cinnamon waves And they placed an ingot in her breast To burn cool And collected Fate holds her firm in its cradle And then rolls her for a tender pause to savor Everythings so easy for Pauline Girl with the parking lot eyes Margaret is the fragments of a name Her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake Of a make believe monster whose picture was fake Margaret is the fragments of a name Her love pours like a fountain Her love steams like rage Her jaw aches from wanting And shes sick from chlorine But shell never be as clean As the cool-side-of-satin Pauline Pauline Two girls ride the blue line Two girls walk down the same street One left a sweater sitting on the train And the other lost three fingers at the cannery Everythings so easy for Pauline For Pauline For Pauline