Marnie, Marnie,[1]
When will those clouds all disappear?
Marnie, Marnie,
Your boldness hiding your fear.

There’s no loving in your soul;
Money’s all you want to hold.
You can’t be sex-satisfied,
’cause Marnie, Marnie,
As a child you’re traumatized.

Marnie, you’re beautiful,
But to the guys you’re cold as ice.
Marnie, Mark[2] still loves you,
Even though you don’t treat him nice.

You scream when he holds you close;
At love you hold up your nose,
Yet he doesn’t think you’re queer,
Marnie, Marnie,
You’ve got to deal with your fear.

Marnie, you should sleep
With Mark, give him kisses deep
And let him ramble ’twixt your thighs.
But Marnie, you see,
Him as a john—begone! bye!

The red color takes it toll
On your psyche; your eyes roll.
Let a psych go deep inside
You, Marnie—I mean your head, not labies!
When you’re cured, you’ll be sex-satisfied.

Now you’re a woman, and Mark’s close to you,
Also, your kleptomania dies.
Now Marnie, Marnie,
Ain’t it good, his power drive?
Marnie, Marnie,
Ain’t it good to feel a swive?!


[1]Tippi Hedren
[2]Rutland, as played by Sean Connery