Sweet Marie

She's got a sweetheart in every city, where's she's asking for a coffee to go

Boys write their number on the side of her cappuccino

And now she's flying out for New York City, she's the proud owner of her own time

Her boots are still caked with the mud from the Alamo

You can tell her mood by the way she whips her hair

I really can't help it, I'm so in love again

Sweet Marie, living is high

When the loving is low and there's no cloud in the sky

You can pay my bail, it isn't that high