Oh Marie

<--- Sheryl Crow Here she comes, she's all dressed up in daises Half the time, you'd swear that she is crazy Flowered drinks and 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, I sure hope you're happy Oh Marie, What about me, Marie She likes the way she looks in her Camaro She likes lingerie but he 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, I sure hope you're happy Oh Marie, What about me, Marie All day long she fills me up with dogma She's all magazines and Benzedrine and vodka 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, I sure hope you're happy Oh Marie, What about me, Marie Always an open door What are you looking for (Sheryl Crow/Jeff Trott/Bill Bottrell)