Jennifer Katt - acoustic guitar

Gary Jaffe - percussion, synthesizer, electric bass

She's afraid of the dark, she likes to pretend

She's a magical queen, she's my best friend

She knows anything's possible, nothing is real

She lives her life like a scary fairytale

With a happy ending.

We take a walk in the woods, look down at the ground

see some chewed up little acorns scattered around

Squirrels no doubt must have left them there

but she looks up real slow and just whispers--"bears"

She likes to give me a scare.

Blessed are those who believe in the power

Of choosing to live this life hour by hour

Ready to give, ready to endure

or to rescue a kitten left to die in the sewer

She says it's part mountain lion.

She's a magical queen, she likes to pretend

and you never know where she'll send ya'

But I wish you well when you're under the spell

of my best friend Melinda.

She goes out with her friends, she can go with the flow

but I think she knows we mostly go it alone

I've seen her pick herself up by sheer strength of will

put a fistful of flowers on the window sill...

rearranging the view.

Effort has its rewards in a world made to order

A variety store for a beautiful daughter

Making it better, pretty, or chaste

you know it's always done in the finest taste

She can rub off on you.

She's a magical queen, she likes to pretend

and you never know what she'll lend ya'

but use it well transformed in the spell

of my best friend Melinda

She can rub off on you. . .