Mrs. Kennedy - Austin P. McKenzie

Mrs. Kennedy stands

With a man built for two

Though she wishes she could just stand alone

And she throws a big party

Though the life of the party

Is a man who showed up late

So she retires to her rooms

With a bed built for one

Pushed together

With a similar bed

And she knows that the home

That she built for a man

Built for two

Won’t draw him in

God knows

God knows

God knows

God knows

God knows, she’ll try it again

Mrs Kennedy dies as she lives

In the shadows

Of the stature

Of her man

And she hears the same story

Told the same way

Which amounts to a number of laughs

Which is worse than a debutante

Drinking champagne

It pains her

To admit that is her

Cuffed to world

Filled with «this's» and «that's»

And meaningless party talk

Who knows

Who knows

Who knows

Who knows

Who knows what any of it means

She’s drinking her wine

While he smokes cigarettes

Laughing

With all of his friends

And he’ll never quite know

Just how much she burns

And yearns

To be a different wife

'Cuz the life of the party

Takes all the life

From the party

That is her life

But it’s more like a funeral

'Cuz she’s slowly dying

When will it end

Mrs. Kennedy is dying to know

She’s stuck in a bedroom

She’s stuck in a kitchen

She’s stuck in a party

The life of the party

She can’t bare it

She simply can’t bare it

She simply can’t see him

When she’s sitting beside him

The man she once wanted

The man she once knew

The man who is haunting

And turning her blue

The love of my life

Is the life of the party

But it’s a party

Party for one

'Cuz you say that you love me

And I know that you love me

You also love to preform

So I sit in the corner

And take all the pictures

And keep my hands to myself

Poor Mrs. Kennedy

I bet if he killed her

She wouldn’t die good enough

She knows

She knows

She knows

She knows

Mrs. Kennedy

Know what I mean