I cry at her bowl, dog's dying day. A bone in her bowl, a watery grave. . See, I am a sailor, but I'm not so great. I keep fishin' for roadkill, passin' out on the waves.
Marie, Marie, you got me thinkin'. Long term and being careful with my drinkin'. And looking forward to my holidays and weekends. Marie, I love the way you got me thinkin'.