Sweet Marjorie sheÂ’s talking to me
I only say sheÂ’s right
Knowing her thatÂ’s the only way not to be here all night
Sweet Marjorie donÂ’t talk to me
Your eyes outshine the stars
DonÂ’t break the spell by saing love is just a farce
She tells me I donÂ’t understand her point of view
And I admit I really think so too
My arguments donÂ’t ever seem to reach her
Â’No politics now, pleaseÂ’ - but here we go again
She says now this is where we disagree
YouÂ’ve got to open up your eyes and see
To live a periscope life like that
IÂ’ll tell you where IÂ’m at
You maybe better off dead
SheÂ’s so extreme, she wonÂ’t let me dream
WonÂ’t let me love and caress
IÂ’m always told to look around and conclude this worldÂ’s a mess
Sweet Marjorie, sheÂ’s dining with me
I say letÂ’s order some food
Although the systemÂ’s wrong- the menuÂ’s looking good
I know the whole world fights and kills and hates
But lady must that always spoil our dates
I canÂ’t imagine that the world would end
If I would eat my steak now that itÂ’s warm