Marion

I saw you on your way to work one cold day
In your black fishnets and haughty attitude
If your snooty nose was any higher, it would be upside down
You've set your standards so high, no world can obtain

Hey Marion, do you have an itch?
Hey Marion, I've become your snitch
You think you're too good for everything
You're above living in anything, but your needle

Marion darling, you know, you turn every man into your pet
You have no patience for the latest one
You're not good enough for yourself
If you're so damn smart
Why are your arms and legs black and blue?

Hey Marion, do you have an itch?
Hey Marion, I've become your snitch
You think you're too good for everyone,
You're above giving to anyone, and you're lying

Don't tell your mother that you answer phones at a role-play parlor
Making appointments for beating grown men in diapers
They help you make it snow on sunny weekends

Hey Marion, do you have an itch?
Hey Marion, I've become your snitch
You think you're too good for everything
You're above living in anything, but your needle

I know how the ice can make you numb
You can get more sugar with a smile
Until you can understand this, you'll keep driving the warmth away
All you'll be left with is another snowy day