Well, Marie, you know, she's
the queen of all the stallions
And I'm her prince of mules
And one of her principal fools
Marie, she's got the claws
of a falcon
And she's perched on my shoulder,
and slowly digging in
But she, oh she can be so
strange sometimes
Like at night ...
Or when the neighbors come
to dine
Marie, she skins me alive
Burns her initials in my hide
and then leaves me all alone
Branded to the bone
And my heart pounds like her
horses
Oh, stampeding on the range
Marie knows all the sources
And she shoots me with her
pain
And for her, I take it, Lord,
down in my veins
And I watch her dance like
some berserk fairy
All across the concrete prairies
of Bleecker Street
Marie, she can be so strange
But she's the only lonely
cowgirl on my range
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