Oh Marie

(Sheryl Crow/Jeff Trott/Bill Bottrell)


Here she comes, she's all dressed up in daises

Half the time, you'd swear that she is crazy

Flowered drinks and low-cut dress

That's the way I know her best

She says she's lonely, how could she be?

Every night she's got company



Oh Marie,

I sure hope you're happy

Oh Marie,

What about me, Marie


She likes the way she looks in her Camaro

She likes lingerie but he prefers the sombrero

She's so famous on the block

She stumbles home around four o'clock

She claims the guys are hard to please

She wears teen perfume behind her knees




All day long she fills me up with dogma

She's all magazines and Benzedrine and vodka

There was one man she truly loved

He took everything but her bear-skin rug

And now and then it's clear to me

That need is love and love is need




Always an open door

What are you looking for