Morning, Marie
With your looking glass eyes
And your skyscraper tears
And your family-size lies
I must seem as empty
As they all must surely think I am
Morning, Marie
See the ice on the sand?
I got pens in my head
I got words in my hand
This must seem as crazy
As you all must surely think I am
And I know it's wrong
Always known it's wrong...
Morning, Marie
You're America's miss
With your gossip mag mouth
And your soap opera kiss
You must seem as over
As they all must surely think you are
Morning, Marie
With no time on your wrist
So I shot for the moon
I was drunk and I missed
I must seem as lazy
As you all must surely think I am
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