Marsha, Queen of Diamonds

She wears lipstick like bugs on a windshield,

everything to wear, but no where to go.

Nothing will stop her hate helicopter,

a swift love, a new low.

Are your ears burning?

Breaks the tape with extreme personal danger.

Armed to the teeth with her salvation maker.

<<<<<        Sheís gonna live forever.        >>>>>

Sheís Marsha, Queen of Diamonds.

Gushing to glow,

she knows sheís a reason.

Crystalline glow,

sheís six sheets to the wind.

Sheís Marsha, Queen of Diamonds.

Christopher Hoffee ©2002 ASCAP