Marie Provost

Song	Marie Provost
Artist	Nick Lowe
Album	Quiet Please... The New Best Of Nick Lowe

	作词 : Lowe
	Marie Provost did not look her best
	The day the cops bust into her lonely nest
	In the cheap hotel up on Hollywood West
	July 29
	She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks
	The neighbors said they never heard a squeak
	For hungry eyes that could not speak
	Said even little doggie's have got to eat
	She was the winner
	That became the doggie's dinner
	She never meant that much to me
	Woe, poor Marie
	Marie Provost was a movie queen
	Mysterious angel of the silent screen
	And run like the wind the nation's young men steam
	When Marie crossed the silent screen
	Oh she came out west from New York
	But when the talkies came Marie just couldn't cope
	Her public said Marie take a walk
	All the way back to New York
	She was the winner
	That became the doggie's dinner
	She never meant that much to me
	But now I see, poor Marie
	Those Quaalude bombs didn't help her sleep
	As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak
	It's all downhill once you've passed your peak
	Mary got ready for that last big sleep
	The cops came in and they looked around
	Throwing up everywhere over what they found
	The handywork of Marie's little dachshund
	That hungry little dachshund
	She was the winner
	That became the doggie's dinner
	She never meant that much to me
	Woe, poor Marie
	Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor poor Marie
	Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor Marie

	zuò cí : Lowe
	Marie Provost did not look her best
	The day the cops bust into her lonely nest
	In the cheap hotel up on Hollywood West
	July 29
	She' d been lyin' there for two or three weeks
	The neighbors said they never heard a squeak
	For hungry eyes that could not speak
	Said even little doggie' s have got to eat
	She was the winner
	That became the doggie' s dinner
	She never meant that much to me
	Woe, poor Marie
	Marie Provost was a movie queen
	Mysterious angel of the silent screen
	And run like the wind the nation' s young men steam
	When Marie crossed the silent screen
	Oh she came out west from New York
	But when the talkies came Marie just couldn' t cope
	Her public said Marie take a walk
	All the way back to New York
	She was the winner
	That became the doggie' s dinner
	She never meant that much to me
	But now I see, poor Marie
	Those Quaalude bombs didn' t help her sleep
	As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak
	It' s all downhill once you' ve passed your peak
	Mary got ready for that last big sleep
	The cops came in and they looked around
	Throwing up everywhere over what they found
	The handywork of Marie' s little dachshund
	That hungry little dachshund
	She was the winner
	That became the doggie' s dinner
	She never meant that much to me
	Woe, poor Marie
	Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor poor Marie
	Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor Marie