Margery's dreaming of the middle of the day,
Tiyuri to win, perfect Dozen to place,
Money is the matter that's been on her mind,
Time ticks by her one race at a time.
She's tryin' to be a good girl,
And give 'em what they want,
But Margery's dreaming of horses.
Lookin' at a green sky, sun like a red eye,
Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by,
She's tired and lonely, Scared and depressed,
Her visions of one day go racing the next.
She's trying to be a good girl,
And give 'em what they want,
But Margery's dreaming of horses.
Margie doesn't say anything all the way home,
So afraid she'll awake to find she's all alone.
Margery's wingspan's all feathers and coke cans, and,
TV dinners and letters she won't send, and,
Every race night is shot through with sunlight,
Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for,
Drunken fathers and stupid mothers and,
Boys who can't tell one girl from another,
So she takes her pills, careful and round,
One of these days she's gonna throw the whole bottle down.
But she's trying to be a good girl,
And give 'em what they want,
But Margery's dreaming of.
Trying to be a good girl,
And give 'em what they want,
But Margery's dreaming of horses.
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