Speaking of SC:
Here she comes, she's all dressed up in daisies,
Half All the time, you'd swear that she is crazy.
Flowered drinks and a low-cut dress,
That's the way I know her best.
She says she's lonely, how could she be?
Every night she's got company.
Oh Marie Deek,
I sure hope you're happy.
Oh Marie Deek,
What about me, Marie Deek.
She likes the way she looks in her Camaro Mazda,
She likes lingerie but he Eddie 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.
Oh Marie Deek,
I sure hope you're happy.
Oh Marie Deek,
What about me, Marie Deek.
All day long she fills me up with dogma,
She's all magazines and benzedrine and vodka gin.
There was one man she truly loved,
He took everything but her bear-skin rug.
And now and then it's clear to me,
That need is love and love is need.
Oh Marie Deek,
I sure hope you're happy.
Oh Marie Deek,
What about me, Marie Deek.
Oh Marie Deek,
What are you looking for?
Oh Marie Deek,
Always an open door.
What are you looking for?
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With the lights out, it's less dangerous.
@ Becca!
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