Sweet Marie Songtext
von Paul Bond

She′s got a sweetheart in every city, where's she′s asking for a coffee to go
Boys write their number on the side of her cappuccino

And now she's flying out for New York City, she's the proud owner of her own time
Her boots are still caked with the mud from the Alamo

You can tell her mood by the way she whips her hair
I really can′t help it, I′m so in love again


Sweet Marie, living is high
When the loving is low and there's no cloud in the sky
You can pay my bail, it isn′t that high
Oohh mama, what you're doing is right
But I just can′t stand the idea of you alone at night

Today at the laundromat you looked so pretty
I Google-searched you on my way home
But no one came up in my search bar but Brigitte Bardot

You can tell her mood by the way she whips her hair
I really can't help it, I′m so in love again

Sweet Maria, living is high
When the loving is low and there's no cloud in the sky
You can pay my bail it isn't that high
Oohh mama, what you′re doing is right
But I just can′t stand the idea of you alone at night