Amy Cook Follow

Wearing black in the summer
You'd hang out on the corner with the music loud
Was it the cellophane sky or blue whiskey at night
Kept me coming around

We started writing our names on the wind
At half past midnight you'd strike up the band

I wanna be your Marianne
I wanna be your Marianne

On the velvet mornings in the lazy sunlight
You put flowers in my hair
Over cities that trembled
We floated like feathers lighter than air

You tried to impress me with your sleight of hand
We saved our money in a coffee can

I wanna be your Marianne
I wanna be your Marianne

I should have known by the stone cold look in your face
That looking at me like I'm gonna be sweeping up the place

I saw you hanging on the corner
She was hanging on your shoulder lighter than air
It was a velvet morn you wore a crown of thorns
She had flowers in her hair

I'd really love to stay but I've got other plans
A bird in the bush is worth two in the hand

I wanna be your Marianne
I wanna be your Marianne