The Smiths - MARIE'S THE NAME (HIS LATEST FLAME) / RUSHOLME RUF lyrics

rate me

Very old friend

Came by today

As he was telling everyone in town

Of all the love that he'd just found

And Marie's the name (of his latest flame)

Talked and talked

And I heard him say

That she had the longest blackest hair

Prettiest green eyes anywhere

And Marie's the name (of his latest flame)

The last night of the fair

By the big wheel generator

A boy is stabbed

His money is grabbed

And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

She is Famous

She is Funny

An engagement ring

Doesn't mean a thing

To a mind consumed by brass (money), oh

The last night of the fair

From a seat on a whirling waltzer

Her skirt ascends for a watching eye

It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)

From a seat on a whirling waltzer

Her skirt ascends for a watching eye

A hideous trait (on her mother's side)

Then someone falls in love

Someone's beaten up

Someone's beaten up

And the senses being dulled are mine

And someone falls in love

Someone's beaten up

And the senses being dulled are mine

This is the last night of the fair

And the grease in the hair

Of a speedway operator

Is all a tremulous heart requires

A schoolgirl is denied

She said : "How quickly would I die

If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"

This is the last night of the fair

And the grease in the hair

Of a speedway operator

Is all a tremulous heart requires

A schoolgirl is denied

She said : "How quickly would I die

Oh, if I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"

...Oh, walk home alone

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout