Margery's dreaming of the middle of the day
Tiyuri to win 
Perfect Dozen to place
Money is the matter that's been on her mind
Time ticks by her one race at a time 
She's trying' to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want 
But Margery's dreaming of horses 
Looking' at a green sky
Sun like a red eye 
Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by
She's tired and lonely 
Scared and depressed 
Her visions of one day go racing the next
She's trying to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want 
But Margery's dreaming of horses 
Margery doesn't say anything all the way home 
So afraid she'll awake to find she's all alone 
Margery's wingspan's all feathers and coke cans, and
TV dinners and letters she won't send, and 
Every race night is shot through with sunlight 
Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for... [bad word] fathers and stupid mothers and 
Boys who can't tell one girl from another 
So she takes her pills 
Careful and round
One of these days she's gonna throw the whole bottle down 
But she's trying to be a good girl 
And give 'em what they want 
But Margery's dreaming of... 
Trying to be a good girl 
And give 'em what they want 
But Margery's dreaming of horses