Marjorie steps out of her old yellow Mercedes I didn't know if she'll show up But now she is here in all her glory Insisting she will put me up
The leather seats are cracked Too many years of salt and sea She talks the whole way there I'm not sure it's to me
Marjorie we can't go faster than a crawl The cars are piling up but you don't care at all
We finally made it up to the house It smells like 50 years of party We're sitting by the emptied pool Drinking alcohol free Bacardi
At night I roam the great white halls Chatting with ghosts of the past Few rooms I do not enter Some questions don't need to be asked
Marjorie we can't go faster than a crawl The cars are piling up but you don't care at all Marjorie we can't go faster than a crawl The cars are piling up but you don't care at all
I travelled on I think she sold the house And we lost touch It all burned down in a bush fire But other than that I don't know
Marjorie we can't go faster than a crawl The cars are piling up but you don't care at all Marjorie we can't go faster than a crawl The cars are piling up but you don't care at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.