Marie

Marie

When I leave this place, remember me.

I never accomplished anything,

But I kept on writing my poetry.

I wrote it just for you and all for me...

Sitting in a bar, she drinks whiskey and gin.

I don’t drink myself, but she can do her thing.

As I watch her dance, I sit here and think,

She sure is beautiful; I am so glad she is my perfect, beauty Queen.

She has always been there since the days of no cash

And when I have nothing to say, she can always make me laugh.

My sweet Marie, my pretty thing;

My sweet Marie can always make my heart sing.

In my pickup truck, she picks me up.

We have got a show to see tonight, that we sure do love.

There’s a man on stage,

Talking about the olden days.

Marie gives me a hug and we reminisce.

Those memories, they still remain;

She can take me back to the beginning with just a single kiss.

We met in a bar in a rundown part of town;

We made some money and I own that bar now.

‘It’s a bad investment’; that’s what they all said,

But I smile at them all and say “You’re a long time dead.”

I’ve only got one life to live

And I have found Marie, my pretty thing;

So you can all worry about the money,

I’ve got all that I need…

My sweet Marie.

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