Irma Lyrics - The Magnetic Fields

Irma waits by the window 

Vaguely looking down at her socks 

And humming, possibly her 

Father will come home with a box 

Of chocolates, possibly 

Not father's memory 

Was never what it once was 

Shouldn't really drive anymore 

Either as if in answer 

With a sound like blowing up your 

Ears, father's jeep crashes 

Through Irma's wall she says 

Bad words as several hundred 

Boxes of her favorite kind 

Of chocolate fill her bedroom 

But she doesn't actually mind