Marilyn Monroe
by Corny Held
by Corny Held
One day Maggie was in a very gloomy mood
When she looked into her mirror - and what she found was good
and she fell in love with her image that day
and that love was the root for the power of her
hate in some weird way
and she sensed she had to use op the people that she knew
more than they'd been using her and worse than they would do
and it wasn't even mean, it seemed justified
For how could things be bad that worked for everyone and
made her feel allright?
She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well
to the brassy sound of a glassy bell
and a fire at the bottom was burning on
It was nourished by passion and love that was gone
There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above
and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love
and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell
Maggie's mind and Maggie's body and a picture of the
moment when she fell
and the mirror said: You take what you can't get
If you can't get esteem, you must have self - respect.
and Maggie tried it out, it seemed to work a while
But she was never tough, and fighting all alone just
made her weak inside
Noone cared about her in the way that she would need
and what she really was was for them less than what she seemed
and then she played with time and people and with truth and lies
she tried to buy the world, but she was bought instead and
even paid the price
She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well
to the brassy sound of a glassy bell
and a fire at the bottom was burning on
It was nourished by passion and love that was gone
There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above
and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love
and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell
Maggie's mind and Maggie's body and a picture of the
moment when she fell
She was loved by everybody like they love a child
But cofusion isn't innocence, and dancing can turn wild
She didn't know which way to go and tore her soul apart
Life is strange without an aim, and chosing all directions had
to crack her fragile heart.
She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well
to the brassy sound of a glassy bell
and a fire at the bottom was burning on
It was nourished by passion and love that was gone
There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above
and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love
and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell
Maggie's mind and Maggie's body, they were
waiting that she fell
She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well
to the brassy sound of a glassy bell
and a fire at the bottom was burning on
It was nourished by passion and love that was gone
There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above
and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love
and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell
Maggie's mind and Maggie's body and a picture of
the moment when she fell
When she looked into her mirror - and what she found was good
and she fell in love with her image that day
and that love was the root for the power of her
hate in some weird way
and she sensed she had to use op the people that she knew
more than they'd been using her and worse than they would do
and it wasn't even mean, it seemed justified
For how could things be bad that worked for everyone and
made her feel allright?
She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well
to the brassy sound of a glassy bell
and a fire at the bottom was burning on
It was nourished by passion and love that was gone
There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above
and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love
and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell
Maggie's mind and Maggie's body and a picture of the
moment when she fell
and the mirror said: You take what you can't get
If you can't get esteem, you must have self - respect.
and Maggie tried it out, it seemed to work a while
But she was never tough, and fighting all alone just
made her weak inside
Noone cared about her in the way that she would need
and what she really was was for them less than what she seemed
and then she played with time and people and with truth and lies
she tried to buy the world, but she was bought instead and
even paid the price
She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well
to the brassy sound of a glassy bell
and a fire at the bottom was burning on
It was nourished by passion and love that was gone
There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above
and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love
and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell
Maggie's mind and Maggie's body and a picture of the
moment when she fell
She was loved by everybody like they love a child
But cofusion isn't innocence, and dancing can turn wild
She didn't know which way to go and tore her soul apart
Life is strange without an aim, and chosing all directions had
to crack her fragile heart.
She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well
to the brassy sound of a glassy bell
and a fire at the bottom was burning on
It was nourished by passion and love that was gone
There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above
and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love
and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell
Maggie's mind and Maggie's body, they were
waiting that she fell
She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well
to the brassy sound of a glassy bell
and a fire at the bottom was burning on
It was nourished by passion and love that was gone
There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above
and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love
and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell
Maggie's mind and Maggie's body and a picture of
the moment when she fell
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