Marie Claire
Down in the valley, beside the Seine
Where it's cold and damp in the autumn rain,
A couple once opened a restaurant,
And called it the Café d'Aubijon.
The chef was Henri Apollinaire,
His wife, the beautiful Marie Claire,
And Henri worshipped his wife, complete
From her hair right down to her darling feet.
Marie had more of a roving eye
For the guests and the diners, passing by,
While Henri slaved over plates of veal,
Marie saw hearts she would like to steal.
She flirted, fluttered and teased with eyes
That promised much to the less than wise,
She often removed her wedding ring
And leant so close, she was whispering.
She'd show each guest to his tiny room
In the long drawn lull of the afternoon,
Then disappear for an hour or so
While Henri dealt with the guests below.
Then down amongst the crème brûlé,
The Guinea Fowl and the consommé,
The Chef sat brooding about his life,
Breaking his heart for his faithless wife.
So many guests had come and gone
From Caen, Toulouse, from Avignon,
From Brest, Limoux, from Vaux Sur Mer,
He wondered what he was doing there.
But every time that he saw his wife
His heart said: 'She's the love of my life! '
He never would think to challenge her there,
Her loss would shackle him in despair!
A change came suddenly over her
When a guest called André Carpentier
Took up her offer of room and board
And sneered at Henri's estouffade.
Too thin, too thick, the wine was sour,
He sniped, was muttering by the hour,
For nothing was well enough done, by half,
And Marie Claire had begun to laugh.
For every sneer, she laughed aloud,
To Henri's shame, a miserable cloud,
That stank as rotten as pourriture
Hung over his head and his future, too.
She taunted and teased with André there,
She wore perfume, let down her hair
She shortened each skirt in the cedar robe
While down in the kitchen, Henri moaned.
Then she went visiting André's room
Each day, for part of the afternoon,
The business dying, it slowly failed
The door was boarded, the shutters nailed.
He still served up their dinner and tea,
But cooking for not just two, but three,
Still André quibbled, but shamelessly
Sat with his hand on Marie's knee.
After a week of total despair,
She went for a walk, did Marie Claire,
André asked if she'd ever come back,
But Henri's eyes were ringed, and black.
He told André that he'd better go,
But Andre scowled, insisted: 'No! '
'I'm paid up here for a month and a day,
'Til Marie returns, I think I'll stay! '
Henri cooked for them both that week,
His touch was light, and the food unique,
Cuisse de mouton, parmentier
He served to the hungry Carpentier.
Wine so red with a strange bouquet,
Served with lashings of pink pâté,
Jambonneau and some crêpes suzette
And snacks, and biscuits and plain rillettes.
Henri said that he couldn't eat,
He told André: 'I admit defeat!
You've taken the love of Marie Claire,
You should be together, it's only fair! '
On Friday night as the meal began,
André lost the use of his hands,
Then a numbness rose in his feet,
He opened his mouth and he tried to speak.
'Love is a horror, ' said Henri, then,
'It lifts, then drags you back down again.
But you, my friend, have the problem solved
You can have your love and your cake - Resolved! '
'You've eaten and drunk your fill of her,
Marie, thin sliced and as cordon bleu
Each tender morsel you passed on through
Has made just one from the two of you.
But now the tables are turned, you see,
For she is starving, my poor Marie,
She's always happy to try fresh meat;
So glad that you offered! - all she can eat!
He left the room to his guest awhile
And then returned with a winning smile
Pushed on a chair with castors there,
While tied to the frame, was Marie Claire.
Au naturel, not a stitch in sight,
André looked up, and he blanched in fright,
Marie had the looks of a cripple who begs,
She'd lost both arms, and where were her legs?
Now still they sit, those lovers two,
Who stare as they eat each other's stew,
For André's legs are a thing of the past,
With other bits that he seems to have lost.
For Henri fed her the ris de homme,
While André chews on the sliced mouton,
He can't complain, for she's eaten his tongue
And she can't flirt, for her eyes have gone.
2 August 2008
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Goodbye Marie
I woke up this mornin'
All cotton mouthed from drinkin'
Wonderin' how I'd make it through the day-ay
Wild eyed and crazy
All burned out from thinkin'
Wonderin' how the hell I's gonna say
Goodbye Marie, oh goodbye Marie-ie
Out the window there's a lonesome highway callin' me
It was fun Marie, but I got to ru-un Marie
If I can not keep your love
At least I'll have your memory
Goodbye Marie
Wakin' up beside you
On a Tijuana mornin'
With that ocean breeze to keep us cool
Three weeks of lovin'
Twenty-one nights of heaven
I stayed just long enough to be your fool
Oh goodbye Marie, oh goodbye Marie-ie
Out the window there's a lonesome highway callin' me
It was fun Marie, but I got to ru-un Marie
If I can not keep your love
At least I'll have your memory
Goodbye Marie
Por favor, pour me
One more tequila
I need all the courage I can fi-ind
This time tomorrow
I'll be back in Houston
Thinkin' about the girl I left behi-ind
So goodbye Marie, oh good Marie-ie
Out the window there's a lonesome highway callin' me
It was fun Marie and I got to ru-un Marie
If I can not keep your love
At least I'll have your memory
Goodbye Marie
Goodbye Marie, oh good Marie
Out the window there's a lonesome highway callin' me
It was fun Marie, but I got to ru-un Marie
If I can not keep your love
At least I'll have your memory
Goodbye Marie [fade]
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Miss Marie
Miss Marie
Fishing’s gone bad
I’m so sad
I just know that
I’m gonna miss
Mrs Boudreax
I believe I will see her again
Randy was holding Marie’s hand
When her heart of gold quit pumping
Her smile was gone
With her eyes wide open
I know she must have said
“Randy, in the end
When we meet again
We shall never part”
To me
Miss Marie
Was family from the start
She’ll always be in my heart
Marie had her own flare
Like a backyard apple tree
That one she had red hair
I’ll have you know inside and out
It makes me cry
This final goodbye
Knowing someone else I love will cry
The day I tell Miss Marie hi
Never again to say goodbye
Together will laugh again
Walk in the sand
Understand
Why
How come
What for
Every question will have an answer
Even an answer to fix
Or better yet prevent the cancer
I’ll plant an apple tree
For my friend Miss Marie
For the entire world to see
God bless and Godspeed
Miss Marie
Honestly I am so sad
Today the fishing’s gone bad
By E Marie Aldrich-Creasy
And Barry Shaneyfelt
poem by E.Marie AldrichCreasy
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Diplomacy
TELL your love where the roses blow,
And the hearts of the lilies quiver,
Not in the city's gleam and glow,
But down by a half-sunned river.
Not in the crowded ball-room's glare,
That would be fatal, Marie, Marie,
How can she answer you then and there?
So come then and stroll with me, my dear,
Down where the birds call, Marie, Marie.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Sweet Marie
Sweet marie you mean a lot to me
In my memory I hold you very dearly
Once in all my dreams, my plans, hopes and future schemes
There was sweet marie
But my home is where my heart is
And my heart is not at home
Whenever we are parted
I feel so all alone
With twilight falling
The moon is calling sweet marie
What the sea tells only sea shells
Are whispering sweet marie
Into the darkness goes this message sweet marie
Some lovers are sometimes parted
They must end what they have started
All thats left is the broken hearted, I must depart my sweet marie
Somewhere out in arizona
Such a long way from california
I felt so alone there
I was two thousand miles away from home there
Tonight were going to play boston
I still dont know what the hell is going on
Oh but I wrote this song
To keep me thinking on about my sweet marie
Sweet marie you mean a lot to me
This melody it keeps haunting me
My sweet marie
In harmony, its will me constantly, sweet marie
But my home is where my heart is
My heart its not at home
Now that we are parted
I feel so all alone
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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One can acquire everything in solitude - except character.
quote by Marie Henri Beyle
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All religions are founded on the fear of the many and the cleverness of the few.
quote by Marie Henri Beyle
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The Last Supper
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
And the mouth so mocking gay,
A wanton you to the finger-tips,
Who break men's hearts in play;
A thing of dust I have striven for,
Honour and manhood given for,
Headlong to ruin driven for,
And this is the last, you say. . . .
Drinking your wine with dainty sips,
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
ong have you held your sway;
I have laughed at your merry quips -
Now is my time to pay.
What we sow we must reap again;
When we laugh we must weep again;
So to-night we will sleep again,
Nor wake until Judgement Day. . . .
'Tis a poisoned wine that your palate lips,
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
Down on your knees and pray;
Pray your last ere the moment slips,
Pray ere the dark and the terror grips,
And the bright world fades away.
Pray for the peace and the rest of us:
Here comes the Shape in quest of us,
Now we must go away. . . .
You and I in the grave's eclipse,
Marie Vaux of the painted Lips.
poem by Robert William Service
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marie Devereaux
There once was a girl named Marie Devereaux
Who was born in a small village near Bordeaux
Marie’s Papa was master-maker of fine wine
He made nectar from “The fruit of the vine”
Marie dreamed of one day going to Paris
To dance the “cancan” in some fine cabaret
She’d take her best friend Margeaux with her
Altho Papa longed for Marie to learn ballet
At only 16 Marie looked more like twenty
A dark haired beauty with beautiful legs
She ran across town to fetch Margeaux
Nearly tripped on one of Papa’s wine kegs
Margeaux bowed out at the last minute
“I can’t leave my widowed Mom Alone
I’m the oldest of 9 children Marie
They’d starve if I were to leave home”
Marie ran home, packed and set out
Before “cold feet” changed her mind
Behind Marie someone called out
“Don’t leave Marie” Papa whined
Marie stepped off the train at Lyon station
Overwhelmed by the crowd and loud noise
Marie held her worn suitcase close
When approached by 3 tough looking boys
“Please tell me how to get to Les Folies Bergere”
Marie inquired with a half-hearted smile
One of the boys answered “Too far to walk”
“Go by taxi, because it’s more than 3 miles”
Marie hailed a cab and said “Les Folies Bergere”
The cabbie smiled n’ thought “Another dreamer”
He’d taxied many a Dewey-eyed girl there before
He didn’t care, as it was not his to dissuade her
The cab pulled up to Les Folies Bergere
Marie paid cabbie the fare
But to her despair…
A sign on the door read “Closed for repair”
In but a moment Marie’s dream was shattered
With eyes full of tears she started to cry
A dancing career was all that had mattered
A nearby voice said “Here Mademoiselle, dry your eyes”
A handsome young man offered a white handkerchief
Marie dried crocodile tears and dabbed her red nose
Saw that this well dressed man was no beggar or thief
He offered his arm, with a bit of a wobble Marie arose
There on the sidewalk they stood face to face
It was “Love at first sight” to be sure
In “Gay Paree”…romance knows not disgrace
Again “The city of lights” young lovers did lure
Marie learned there’s no shame to aspire
That it’s alright to court outrageous notions
That it’s not wrong to give in to desire
Or to swim in fanciful oceans
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Speedy Marie
Had a bit part
An endless reel
It always played in slo-mo
But now its fast
A spinning wheel
I know the dynamo
My heart
Is cast
Speedy marie
Ahead of the now
Shes better built thats how
Shes built for speed
Speedy marie
Speedy marie
Oh, yes indeed
I said to me
And so I sing this romaunt
Its not enough
My liberty
There is a thing I want
I need
I love
Speedy marie
Ahead of the now
Shes better built thats how
Shes built for speed
Speedy marie
Speedy marie
Juxtaposed in each moments sight
Everything that I ever saw
And my one delight
Nothing can strike me in such awe
Mouth intricate shapes the voice that speaks
Always it will soothe
Rarer none are the precious cheeks
Is the size of each sculpted tooth
Each lip and each eye
Wise is the tongue, wet of perfect thought
And softest neck where always do i
Lay my clumsy thoughts
She is that most lovely art
Happy are my mind and my soul and my heart
song performed by by Frank Black
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Julie Claire
Oh Julie Claire was very fair,
Yet generous as well,
And many a lad of metal had
A saucy tale to tell
Of sultry squeeze beneath the trees
Or hugging in the hay . . .
Of love her share had Julie Claire
When life was lush and gay.
And then the village wealth to pillage
Came the Teuton horde;
The haughty Huns with mighty guns
And clattering of sword.
And Julie Claire had honey hair
With eyes of soft azure,
So she became the favoured flame
Of the Kommandatur.
But when at last the plague was past,
The bloody war well won,
We clipped the locks of every dox
Who dallied with the Hun.
Each wench with scorn was duly shorn;
Our Marie the shears would weld,
And Julie's head with ringlets shed
Was like a turnip peeled.
But of these days of wanton ways
No more the village talks,
For Julie Claire has wed the Maire
Who clipped her golden locks . . .
Nay, do not try to me I
Must suffer for my sins,
For all agree the Marie must be
The father of her twins.
poem by Robert William Service
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Henri Comes Late.
Henri comes late.
You sit and wait.
The day unfolds
like an unknown map.
The ghosts of Paris
parade the streets,
but no sign of Henri
or sound of his key
in the lock. You hope
he will bring his camera
to capture you as he said.
The morning chills
your naked flesh
bringing goose bumps
upon your tainted skin.
Be my model Henri
suggested, be the one
to bring me my fame.
You posed and posed,
sat and stood, reclined
and lay, let him have
you as he wished for
black and white photographs
and sometimes his bed.
Maybe he is frequenting
the cafes with his artist
friends, or drinking wine
with some other girl,
promising her the same
as you, selecting poses,
suggesting dates and times,
and suggestive poses.
Henri is late. The dull tick tock
of the room’s old clock.
poem by Terry Collett
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(Marie's The Name) His Latest Flame
(Marie's the Name of) His Latest Flame
Elvis Presley
(words & music by Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman)
A very old friend came by today
'Cause he was telling everyone in town
About the love that he just found
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
Though I smiled the tears inside were a-burning
I wished him luck and then he said goodbye
He was gone but still his words kept returning
What else was there for me to do but cry
He talked and talked and I heard him say
That she had the longest blackest hair
The prettiest green eyes anywhere
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
Would you believe that yesterday
This girl was in my arms and swore to me
She'd be mine eternally
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
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song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Le Doux Sommeil Habite
Le doux sommeil habite où sourit la fortune,
Pareil aux faux amis, le malheur l'importune.
Il vole se poser, loin des cris de douleurs,
Sur des yeux que jamais n'ont altérés les pleurs.
poem by Andre Marie de Chenier
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Marie Laveau
Down in Lou´siana where the black trees grow
Lives a voodoo lady named Marie Laveaux.
She got a black cat tooth and a mojo bone,
And anyone wouldn´t leave her alone.
She go GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
She live in a swamp in a hollow log
With a one-eyed snake and a three-legged dog.
She got a bent bony body and stringy hair,
And if she ever seen you messin´ round there,
She go GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
And then one night when the moon was black,
Into the swamp came Handsome Jack.
A no-good man like you all know,
And he was lookin´ around for Marie Laveaux .
He said, 'Marie Laveau, you lovely witch,
Why don´t you gimme a little charm that´ll make me rich.
Gimme million dollars, and I´ll tell you what I´ll do...
This very night I´m gonna marry you.'
It´ll be UMMMMMMMM...
Another man done gone.
So Marie did some magic and she shook a little sand,
Made a million dollars, and she put it in his hand.
Then she looked and she said , 'Hey hey,
I´m gettin´ ready for my wedding day.'
But ol´ Handsome Jack said 'Good-bye Marie.
You too damn ugly for a man like me.'
So Marie started shakin´, her fangs started gnashin´,
Her body started shakin´, and her eyes started flashin´.
She went GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
So if you ever get down where the black tree grow
And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Laveaux,
And if she ever asks you to make her your wife,
Man, you better stay with her for the rest of your life
Or it´ll be GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Ragetty Doll
Rosemary has of dolls a dozen,
Yet she disdains them all;
While Marie Rose, her pauper cousin
Has just an old rag doll.
But you should see her mother it,
And with her kisses smother it.
A twist of twill, a hank of hair,
Fit for the rubbish bin;
How Rosemary with scorn would stare
At its pathetic grin!
Yet Marie Rose can lover it,
And with her kisses cover it.
Rosemary is a pampered pet;
She sniffs a dainty nose
Of scorn at ragged dolls, and yet
My love's with Marie Rose,
In garret corner shy and sweet,
With rag doll Marguerite.
Though kin they are, a gulf will grow
Between them with the years;
For one a life of love will know,
The other toil and tears:
Perhaps that shabby rag doll knows
The rue of Marie Rose.
poem by Robert William Service
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The Confession
‘I'm ill, I'm ill, ' said Rockingham,
‘I'm ill, ' then took to his bed,
He tossed and turned in his fever there
As the visions danced in his head.
He couldn't tell if the world outside
Was real, or a crazy dream,
But muttered into the night, instead
Of some of the things he'd seen.
His wife, Marie, was a surly wench
She said, ‘I'll not be a nurse!
I'll not be tied to a sick man's bed
And left the room, with a curse.
She called the maid and she told her: ‘Sit!
And mop at the old man's brow,
I'll be abroad in the coach and six,
If he dies, go milk the cow! '
The fever turned to delerium
As he tossed and turned all night,
The doctor came, and he feared for him
As he lay in the grey twilight,
He used up seventeen leeches as
He blooded him, full sore,
But Rockingham was a haunted man
From a time of long before.
From time to time, he would sit up straight
And stare, with an awful dread,
As the ghost of Harold Murchison
Would hover, over his bed.
‘Don't come for me, it was my Marie
That you wanted - She was a witch!
If only you'd taken her off from me,
She's such a God-awful bitch! '
He fell back onto the pillow, cried
At the mess he'd made of his life,
And the worst mistake he'd ever made
Was to make Marie his wife,
She'd married him for the Castle gate
And the pride of a titled name,
But her love had stayed with Murchison
And she saw him, just the same.
At midnight they had hurried the priest
And the constable came too,
‘I think he'll be dead by morning, ' said
The doc: ‘Not much I can do! '
But Rockingham tossed as one quite lost
While the ghost lay in his mind,
‘It's true, it's true! What was I to do?
I poisoned her Harry's wine! '
He fell back onto the pillow, slept
In the peace of the almost dead,
For Murchison had faded away
At the words that he'd just said,
He woke that morn when a thunderstorm
Flash-flooded over the floor,
His eyes were bright from his endless night,
But the hangman stood at the door!
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Memphis, Tennessee
Elvis presley
Long distance information, give me memphis, tennessee.
Help me find the party that tried to get in touch with me.
They would not leave a number, but I know the place to call,
Cause my uncle took a message, and he wrote it on the wall.
Long distance information, get in touch with my marie.
Shes the only one whod phone me here from memphis, tennessee.
Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge,
Just a half a mile from the mississippi bridge.
Long distance information, more than that I cannot add.
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had.
But we were torn apart because her mom did not agree,
And tore apart our happy home in memphis, tennessee.
Now, last time I saw marie, she was waving me goodbye,
With hurry home drops on her cheeks that trickled from her eyes.
Marie is only 6 years old. information, please,
Try to put me through to her in memphis, tennessee.
Yes, oh, yes, long distance, Ill accept the charge. Ill pay.
But which loved one is calling me? I did not hear you say.
Both are deep within my heart, her mom and my marie.
Its so good to hear your voice from memphis, tennessee.
Oh, you mean so much to me, more than youll ever know.
Surely you have not forgot how much I love you so.
If you would remember, dear, and sometimes talk to me.
Maybe that would reunite our home in tennessee.
Last time I saw you, just before I had to leave.
You didnt want to see me off, and promised not to grieve.
My heart was torn apart, as I looked back at marie.
And there the pieces still remain with you in tennessee.
I guess I should stop talking, after all, you placed the call.
But any way that I can help. you know Ill help you all.
Then her mother told me to come back and see marie,
And live together in our home in memphis, tennessee.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Marie
Marie, she comes to me in the twilight
When the wind blows down across the river
So cold, the fishermen cry
She rapes me in a rage of rainbow violence
Till my bare nerves, they sing
Like the strings of a violin
And the room seeps into a savage silence
Soaked in colours, red as blood, blue as night
And marie she skins me alive
Carves her initials in my side
Lures me with her purrs and cuts me with her knife
And the horses pound like thunder
They bolt like lightning on her range
She feels shes going under and she zeros in the rein
Shes so strange
Well, marie, you know, shes the queen of all the stallions
And Im her prince of mules
And one of her principal fools
Marie, shes got the claws of a falcon
And shes perched on my shoulder, and slowly digging in
But she, oh she can be so strange sometimes
Like at night ...
Or when the neighbors come to dine
Marie, she skins me alive
Burns her initials in my hide and then leaves me all alone
Branded to the bone
And my heart pounds like her horses
Oh, stampeding on the range
Marie knows all the sources
And she shoots me with her pain
And for her, I take it, lord, down in my veins
And I watch her dance like some berserk fairy
All across the concrete prairies of bleecker street
Marie, she can be so strangebut shes the only lonely cowgirl on my range
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Ma Muse Fuit Les Champs
Ma Muse fuit les champs abreuvés de carnage,
Et ses pieds innocents ne se poseront pas
Où la cendre des morts gémirait sous ses pas.
Elle pâlit d'entendre et le cri des batailles,
Et les assauts tonnants qui frappent les murailles,
Et le sang qui jaillit sous les pointes d'airain
Souillerait la blancheur de sa robe de lin.
poem by Andre Marie de Chenier
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His Latest Flame
Music :doc pomus
Lyrics:mort shuman
A very old friend
Came by today
'cause he was telling everyone in town
About the love he just found
And marie's the name of his latest flame
He talked and talked
And i heard him say
That she had the longest, blackest hair
The prettiest green eyes anywhere
And marie's the name of his latest flame
Though i smiled the tears inside were a burning
I wish him luck, and then he said goodbye
He was gone, but still his words kept returning
What else was there for me to do but cry
Would you believe that yesterday
This girl was in my arms and sworn to me
She'd be mine eternally
And marie's the name of his latest flame
Though i smiled the tears inside were a burning
I wish him luck, and then he said goodbye
He was gone, but still his words kept returning
What else was there for me to do but cry
Would you believe that yesterday
This girl was in my arms and sworn to me
She'd be mine eternally
And marie's the name of his latest flame
And marie's the name of his latest flame
And marie's the name of his latest flame
song performed by by Scorpions
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