Born on the prairies, corn fed and tall
She was Miss Oklahoma, 1965
Gail was a beauty, she had it all
No one was more alive
She was just a pretend wife
Living it up in a expat town
Sharing the married name of a man
Who wasn’t even her own
She was a big girl, a beautiful girl
And so full of fun
But by the time I left Mexico
Her best years had run
Her casa was one of the finest in town
Her flower arrangements were crisp
Her dinner parties were legend
She talked with a bit of a lisp
She was a sensitive lover, and grateful
And a challenge to love in return
All six feet five inches of her
Had passion and energy to burn
We spent long hours naked,
Sweating in their bed by the pool
Waiting for the gravel drive to announce
Brooke was back and we had to cool
Just time from the first crunch of gravel
To when he came in the front door
To scramble into bathing suits
Get all our clothes off the floor
Brooke had a chica he kept in the city,
He was growing tired of Gail at last
He was growing tired of Gail at last
The chica’s time was soon coming,
Gail’s time was soon past
She wasn’t equipped for much
She was a chatelaine, not a wife
Besides parties, dinners and love
She wasn’t much good at real life
Miss Oklahoma, 1965
But she never wore the Tiara
She never heard Bert Parks sing to her
Never had tears smudge her mascara
She was a big girl, a beautiful girl
And so full of fun
But by the time I left Mexico
Her best years had run