Marlene Dietrich

Under soft lights with a taped back face Our soft-spoken queen takes her place on the stage As the big curtains open, the last troops run in quick For the one and only, Marlene Dietrich She whispers Demurely from "The Blue Angel" The song we all know, the one that we've paid for Fills the hall tight And pulls at our hearts And puts in her place The girl she once was in that suit of '33 Sound tracked by disapproving commentary And my shuddering neighbor, turns and roughly rouses me He says, "While a kiss on the lips may not make a frog a prince" "An orgasm renders any queen a witch metamorphosis exists" Damn all us idiots, damn us 'til death Relentlessly trying to untie our knots of rivers and roads that defy all sense But her hands loosen all and her voice brings you youth Her cheeks cradle the holy breath that pumps the lungs of her Mackie Messer, oh And she beats the heart of her Mackie Messer, oh And she walks the stage with her Mackie Messer, oh And she makes us smile with her Mackie Messer, oh