Marilyn says That there ain't no love Worth searchin' for, Worth dreamin' of. See the silly, silly people, They never do learn. Time and again They only end up burned. Marilyn says That the young men inquire If her heart could blaze For a matchstick fire She says you see 'em at parties And you see 'em in bars, And you see 'em at the wheels of their new sportscars. Sayin', "Hey hey hey, Whattaya say, The night is cold And the city in so dark. Sit right down And I'll buy us a round, Won't you let me in your heart?" Marilyn says That she can't believe In a glance 'cross a room, In a heart on a sleeve. She says you got to see through 'em, Their wiles and their ways; You gotta hear what they mean Behind the words that they say. Marilyn says That the young men attest That they're sincere and true, That they're not like the rest. Swear they won't leave you cryin' When they're dryin' your eyes. Swear they're not playin' games When you're first prize. Hey hey hey, Whattaya say, Here we are And I don't know where to start. Sit right down, I'll buy us a round, Won't you let me In your heart?back to Alright It Was Frank
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