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

Oh, Marie
I sure hope you're happy
Oh, Marie
What about me, Marie?

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

Oh, Marie
I sure hope you're happy
Oh, Marie
What about me, Marie?
Oh, Marie
What are you looking for?
Oh, Marie
Always an open door
What are you looking for?

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Bill Bottrell, Jeffrey Trott, Sheryl Crow