Oh, marianne Please don't marry that insurance man
I just saw your picture in the paper Surrounded by extensive wedding plans Tell me this is just one of your capers Say you haven't met with their demands
Chorus: Oh, marianne Love talks cheap and faster than I can Oh, marianne Please don't marry that insurance man
I can't see you packing up his lunches I can't see you diapering his son You're the girl who always played her hunches So how'd you figure out that this was one
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I'm not saying I grew up in love with you I'm sayin', why grow up at all?
So tell that hoosier boy to put on clean socks And the finest double-knits that he can wear 'cause when that invitation hits my mailbox I'll see you at his funeral, my dear
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