Marlene

Now its spider country and she’s Marlene
She was a black and white portrait of boredom
And the disco never ends
And the woods fill with mascara
Are you thigh high in it now?
Branches bowing, twist and snapping

Uh-oh, Marlene
They’re all in bed
Ave Marlene
Now we’re in the red
Uh-oh, Marlene
They’re all in bed
Ave Marlene
Now we’re in the red
She blows a pink smoke ring up the stairs
Miniature sunsets flash as she’s mouthing
Well she’s “got to hit the road now”

She’s a prickly customer
She’s a web of shadows
With double entendre lippy trying to mark your collar
She’s the arachnid whisperer
The envelope sealer
The trap springer
The potion bringer

Uh-oh, Marlene
They’re all in bed
Ave Marlene
Now we’re in the red
She blows a pink smoke ring up the stairs
Miniature sunsets flash as she’s mouthing
Well she’s “got to hit the road now”
(Got to hit the road now)
(Got to hit the road now)
(Got to hit the road now)
Oh Marlene, she’s gone and hit the road now