Marlene by The Mess Hall Lyrics

Oh Marlene
You call my name
For someone to wrap your wings around
Eyes so wide
For the passenger side
Little doggie
Who just wants to howl
The way you lean
35 degrees
With the pain stripped from your toes
Oh Marlene you're bound to ignite
The burden of another's soul
The bible in your hand
The bible in your hand
Is just for show
The bible in your hand
The bible in your hand
Is just for show
Is just for show
I remember the years gone by
Two kids on a ferris wheel
Going round and round
Trying to make that weekend last
Going round and round
Trying to make that weekend last
Where you gonna fall
Where you gonna fall
Oh Marlene
You let the men lead
But they all just step
Oh your toes
You can't find the heat
Dancing bare feet
On a floor
Six deep with snow
Oh how weak
For a man to think
He could have you
All for a song
Standing from afar
With his mouth ajar
Weighing up his rights and wrongs
The bible in your hand
The bible in your hand
Is just for show
The bible in your hand
The bible in your hand
Is just for show
Is just for show