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 shе says is good with cars

Others say he’s behind bars

Shе 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