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