She's from the South Bay, she loves to quote Hemmingway.
She vacuums the house in her high heels her lingerie.
Dad's an engineer, Mom likes to interfere.
And every night it's a bottle of white to hold her tight and mask her
fears.
Oooooh Ooooooh
But she's my queen, she's my Marilyn.
And I'm her Joe Di Maggio aha
She's my queen.
She does up her hair, a monogamous affair.
Where the dinner conversation is of sex and Molieve.
Than it's back to her flat above the Laundromat.
Where she'll teach you how to fuck like an acrobat
Oooooh Ooooooh
But she's my queen, she's my Marilyn.
And I'm her Joe Di Maggio aha
She's my queen.
She'll flash that angel Devil grin
And wait for worship to begin.
But she's my queen, she's my Marilyn.
And I'm her Joe Di Maggio aha
She's my queen.