Call the cleft of chin a punching bag I didn’t kill him but wish I had
My Marilyn you left me for a stiff he kidnapped you up the stairs a bit
Rummaging through your disco dress breathing blood on his shirt
Like detective I tripped upon our love hoping and searching thereof
You found me in a waiting room attempting to escape the loon
He stood as you stroked my tie to hell he went forever goodbye
Taught me how to kiss but it was the devil’s tongue you dismissed
With knife in hand you prepared to take your life bid adieu: a sacrifice
Found you Dietrich as a mad woman in a place with other mad women
We smoked cigarettes in the ladies room made love in the waiting room
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