Ms. Marie

The kids called her Ms. Marie A painter without brushes, she instead uses her body Which we moves with grace and ease But it had been a while since she had felt her heartbeat Men smiled at Ms Marie But she kept our lure alive Rather fond of it's tasting I guess this never deterred me 'Cause for a while we danced Just me and Ms. Marie We spun each other round And around, round, round And high above the clouds, never to be found I swam inside her blue eyes and almost drowned Spinning each other round and round, round, round, round, round I always knew that Ms. Marie Well she'd wind up in these songs A shadow of a tragedy A parted, tarnished memory From the time when I loved something so much more than I loved me I spun myself around And around, round, round And high above the clouds, never to be found I swam inside her blue eyes and almost drowned Spinning myself around and round and round, round, round, round Kids asked her Ms. Marie They wanted to know why she loved dancing She said she never felt that free As when she had aligned her body, mind and feet She'd spin herself around And around, round, round And high above the clouds, never to be found She stared into the vastness and almost drowned Spinning herself around and round, round, round, round, around Kind of like now Kind of like now Kind of like now Kind of like now Kind of like now Kind of like now Kind of like now