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  HE'S IN TROUBLE WITH MARIE MELLONA


Michael's in trouble with Marie
That's why he won't answer the phone for me
She has forbid him to be mine
She will see my wrath in time

Someday when I am stronger
I will talk to her longer
Than she will ever want to hear from me
It will be that way for her misery

Because she holds him there
Because they both don't care
About what goes on in my life
While she takes the place as Michael's wife

I don't care if I go to jail
I won't swear her to hell
I'll just take pictures of the way she's supposed to be
Put them on my car for all the world to see

Who he left me for
The Holy witch with more
Church in her instead of God's grace
Raspy voice there at their place

I have tried to ignore you for too long
Written many a heartunes song
About the way you are obscene
But ugly girl you haven't seen my mean

You will soon when he's away
Out on the road to work someday
You won't know the car I'm in
As I see why you have to win

Michael there away from me
Why old one won't you set him free
You just let me be like dirt
Well someday you will feel the hurt

That I have felt
As you will melt
Into a blob of nasty ashes
As your mean persona crashes

Into the ocean of the damned
Then into the muck of mud to be crammed
Into the place where he kept me
Just out of reach from you, Marie

I will get even your ass can bet
The jealousy in me will let
The agony in me will take over
Because you went and took my lover

You told him to move out I'm sure
To give up on me or you were
Going to kick him out
Left me here to cry and pout

I still do you awful old hag
As I write to Michael and beg
That he give up on your lazy ass
Where he says your sex has no class

You are a loser in my eyes
Too poor in spirit to have other guys
Who might think you're something good
Your heart is as dead as petrified wood

Your skin is as cold as an ice cube
Your mind really needs a lube
To loosen up the springs inside
But hell it's as though you already died

You feed a body that has no choice
Your church is your only voice
To me you're just a loser and I will win
Even if I have to be an evil one and sin

Threefold what you put out comes back
There is so much of me you lack
The passion, the life force, and energy
What can you expect from the misery

That you have dished up to me a million times
That I have told him about in these rhymes
Michael's in trouble and you are the reason
Well right now is your black season

But the sun will shine again
When you are dead and gone girlfriend
Oh I forgot you're not a woman
So watch your back as I'll be coming

When you least expect it
When he can't protect it
When there is no one around
To hold the trouble in me down

Just wait for the pain
Just wait for the insane
As it will come eventually
Threefold---my trouble, dear Marie...


8/16/2006 2015 cj









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