Marie, Marie, Marie. . Marie, the dawn is breaking. Marie, you'll soon be waking. (Ooh, Marie). To find your heart is aching. And tears will fall as you recall.
Maybe it's because I love you too much. Maybe that is why you love me so little. Maybe when I answered, yes. Maybe I became a bore. Maybe if I loved you less.
It's an old-fashioned idea,. Marryin' for love!. And that old-fashioned idea's. What I'm thinkin' of!. . Where there's love, poets have said,. Two can live as one!.