Bette I could listen to you talk for hours on end

While away the evening as your cigarette smoke ascends

And I imagine it was hard work, digging down into the deep dirt of human bondage

When I think of you I see you bursting through the door

Forsaking femininity, you represent so much more

With all the wickedness of gargoyles

There’s authenticity in turmoil, victory in darkness

Jack Warner never told you, but you didn’t need him to

That New England constitution never faltered or withdrew

All the world could fall away, like Tara bright in flame

With your work to stand beside you, you didn’t need them anyway

You know in every industry there’s someone who rewrites the rules

Just pissing off precedent, one step ahead of all the fools

If it was 1695, they’d try to burn you alive, and maybe they did Jezebel

Jack Warner never told you, but you didn’t need him to

That New England constitution never faltered or withdrew

All the world could fall away, like Tara bright in flame

With your work to stand beside you, you didn’t need them anyway

No, did you Bette?

Bette I could listen to you talk for hours on end