Marina’s on the door again She’s calling in the boys from the rain She’ll show you a show If you got no where to go
One week shy of 53 Clutching books on numerology There’s leak in her heart She’s got nothing to start
And its easy to feel the cold when you think that you’re no one And it’s hard to see places when faces don’t come out to show one
So Marina is dancing all alone Like queen Elizabeth on a fag break down the road And she’s dreaming of a summer that has no rain To take her away from the boys in the line and the girls on the game
Her son she says is good with cars Others say he’s behind bars She won’t hear what they told her One day he’ll pull up in a Roller
Her daily highlights picking out scents The stingers bring ‘em down in price It's a treasure chest in polythyne She really loves the latest Calvin Klein