Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Marie!, artist - Ladyfuzz
Date of issue: 02.07.2006
Song language: English
Oh Marie! |
At the age of seventeen |
Marie was squeaky clean |
Never seen the likes of before |
dream queen of the fashion scene |
and by that I mean that was what she saw in her head |
in reality all she had in life was a supermarket salary |
a calorie obsession, profession was a riot |
She possessed the physicality |
Vanity, above all else the derrière |
that in anything she wear |
men all stare at the premiere |
And with a bust on her bum |
she was gullible too |
she would trust anyone just like some of us do |
Her downfall, out on the town ol' |
brow the unconfident, look at her crown fall |
Enter raw villain, he’s a Bob Dylan look-alike |
crooked type, tells young Marie he been watching her |
that he’s a photographer can he take some shots of her |
incredible face |
back at his place maybe later |
she travels back to his place |
it’s a disgrace, left the safety of her friends |
You’re pervert, then she takes off her shirt |
and as he snaps away she goes: |
Ahh ahh aw oh ah ow, ahh ahh aw oh ah ow, |
ahh ahh aw oh ah ow, ahh ahh aw oh, |
ahh ahh aw oh… |
It’s pretty clear that this dude with the camera is having her |
mistaken for a mug, but Marie won’t pull the plug |
He says; |
«Your breasts are magnificent» |
Signs of looking sinister administers force |
and then he takes away her innocence |
Whispers in her ear that if she doesn’t tell a soul that |
the rock 'n' roll lies for the taking |
star in the making who get a front cover |
if she seeks it |
what just happened there, she gotta keep it a secret |
Marie looks blank and then agrees |
drops to her knees like some sorted appraisal |
then he forces dust up her nasal orifice |
proper little horror fest |
Marie is in a sorry mess |
Three days later, Marie has got her tits out |
then her other bits out, labeled with the slut tag |
This ain’t pay tree, this is top-shelf smack mag |
as he snaps away |
he says: «Darling, can you please say…» |
Ahh ahh aw oh ah ow, ahh ahh aw oh ah ow, |
ahh ahh aw oh ah ow, ahh ahh aw oh, |
ahh ahh aw oh… |
Marie couldn’t have been less |
other pretty princess |
acting like a rabbit of her porn |
the she’d grab it just to pay for her habit |
that she never ever wanted |
Packets of tablets, skulkers of her features |
nothing that her mother could solve |
or now her teachers |
Should’ve been alive on the catwalk |
instead she coming out with skank-talk |
developed a sad-walk |
The only time she laughed was is for a triple X movie smile |
juvenile, money-shot, funny walk |
happened to her next was bizarre |
I mean funny as in strange, not Ha-Ha |
In her bar like a hooker type |
Marie looked up and saw the Bob Dylan look-alike |
up she stepped, like a possessed little she-devil |
far from level-headed, she dreaded the sight of him |
Followed him home and through the backdoor saw him |
sleeping in his bed, she set fire to his residence |
Ahh ahh aw oh ah ow, ahh ahh aw oh ah ow, |
ahh ahh aw oh ah ow, ahh ahh aw oh, |
ahh ahh aw oh… |
The latest fashion, a crime of passion… |
You like to me loved |