Marisa Jones you watch the black suits walking past
Your life was empty for a while
Michael Porter has a new girl in his arms
She has a cherry flavoured smile
You watch as he greets her
His arms around her shoulder

 [bad word] try to believe that its you
When he kissed you
Those delicate shoes
Used to walk you straight to the moon
Now he wonders why he never stayed.

Michael Porter you flew in from Timbuktu
You missed her red hair and her style
Marisa Jones now she's living all on her own
She loves the freedom of the wild
He pleads: Give me something!
She needs nothing from him

And she'll try to believe that its fate
And she'll miss you
But its far too late now
She's done through
Finished with crying for anyone
And now she wonders why she ever stayed.

Do you stop to think it all through?
When [bad word] to
The love that you needed
To pull through
It ended too soon
And you tried too hard now its over between you
 [bad word] to the love you shared
But its all just a story now
And I hope your both happy now
As it all turned out: you never stayed.