She's all magazines, and Benzedrine and Vodka
And now and then, it's clear to me
What about me, Marie?
I sure hope you're happy
She stumbles home around four o' clock
There was one man, she truly loved
Oh Marie
All day long, she fills me up with dogma
She likes lingerie, but he prefers the sombrero
Oh Marie
She wears teen perfume behind her knees
Oh Marie
Oh Marie
She says she's lonely, how could she be
Oh Marie
Oh Marie
Flowered drinks and low-cut dress
That need is love, and love is need
I sure hope you're happy
Oh Marie
That's the way I know her best
She likes the way, she looks in her Camaro
Oh Marie
Every night she's got company
She's so famous on the block
Always an open door
I sure hope you're happy
What are you looking for?
He took everything but her bear-skin rug
What about me, Marie?
What about me, Marie?
She claims the guys are hard to please
