She says she works "in government" 
Though her job is ill-defined 
She's a registered Republican 
With a bitter chocolate mind 
She sometimes lives in Washington 
She always lives in hope 
She drives a European car 
And buys expensive soap 

She grew up as a rebel 
Though her tastes were quite diverse 
Stayed up in her room at night 
With existential verse 
But something changed in college 
And she grew more resolute 
Still she keeps that air of danger 
Even in a business suit 

She's got the best taste in wine 
She's got the best taste in wine 
And though her icons and her medieval armor 
Seem a little cold 
I'd go 'round there anytime 
That stuff is so hard to find 
I don't know what we talk about 
It drifts off to the chairs and curtain folds 

Oh Margaux, I'm waiting for you 
Oh Margaux, what can I do 

I don't know what she sees in me 
I sometimes get confused 
At times she looks at me as if 
She's secretly amused 
And though I'm no sophisticate 
I don't think I'd be shocked 
I'd like to know what's in those drawers 
And rooms that she keeps locked