Sweet Marie

Late by nighttime we shall meet at your place
Just as sacred as the holy garden gates
You turned me on
Then you turned away
Showed up with your feathered hair
Your shadowy eyes
That brilliant disguise
That we wear
You told me you were a queen from the sea
I told you so many different kinds of things
About stormy weather
And ships coming in
Sailors praying and blue angels sin
That striped tattered shirt
Resembling a skirt
Over your knee
Oh Marie sweet Marie
How could I not see
How they took you away
Finally made you believe
That we could not be saved
I’m no different than you told me to be
I’m no different than the other worker bee
I was always a gathering of dust
You were always an object of lust
Maybe there’s more
Than that flattering score
But hey we’ll see
Oh Marie sweet Marie
How could I not see
How they took you away
Finally made you believe
That we could not be saved