I know a woman
wild as she can be.
I know a woman
been so good to me.
She’s an icon, a diva, a goddess in glasses,
a legend in her own curated living room,
a walking, talking, glueing, painting
living work of art.

I know a woman
wild as she can be.
I know a woman
been a muse to me.
She’s my good luck charm, my amulet, my witch’s brew,
an assemblage, a memory jug and buttons too.
She’s a walking, talking, stirring, shaking
living work of art.

I know a woman
wild as she can be.
I know a woman
been a Jewish Mom to me.
She’s a force field, a montage, a glitterball of red,
the Queen of junk and Empress of bling.
She’s a walking, talking, va va vooming
living work of art.

Now you know a woman
wild as she can be.
You know a woman
out there as far as she can be.
She’s a poet, a guru, a dresser, a dreamer,
a red light in the darkness, saying Yes! Yes! Go!
She’s a walking inspiration
a talking revelation
a mastermind of glueing
a superlative of Sue-ing …
she’s a walking, talking, dazzling, wowing
living work of art.