Oh Marie! - Ladyfuzz, Example

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…

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