Here [bad word]  she's all dressed up in daises
Half the time, you'd swear that she is crazy
Flowered drinks and low-cut dress
That's the way I know her best
She says she's lonely, how could she be?
Every night she's [bad word]  [bad word] 
Oh Marie,
I sure hope you're happy
Oh Marie,
What about me, Marie

She likes the way she looks in her Camaro
She likes lingerie but he prefers the sombrero
She's so famous on the block
She stumbles home around four o'clock
She claims the guys are hard to please
She wears teen perfume behind her knees

All day long she fills me up with dogma
She's all magazines and benzedrine and vodka
There was one man she [bad word] loved
He took everything but her [bad word] And now and then it's clear to me
That need is love and love is need

Always an open door
What are you looking for