| Not tonight, Marie, it’s been a day
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| Of deals goin' down and bills to pay
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| A lousy boss, a double cross
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| And golden chances slipped away
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| I’m tired, Marie and so depressed
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| I hid my eyes while you undressed
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| It’s been a long hard day for me
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| I’m tired, so not tonight, Marie
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| Not tonight, Marie, your hands are cold
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| I almost feel I’m growing old
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| A few less hairs, a need for chairs
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| A dread of hearing fortunes told
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| You’re lovely, love, I’m proud to say
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| But please don’t wear that negligee
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| You’re lying much too close to me
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| I’m tired, so not tonight, Marie
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| Oh, God, Marie, I’ve got no chance
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| You simply cast that sidelong glance
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| You scent the room with sly perfume
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| And let your lovely fingers dance
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| Your lovely lingering fingernails
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| A heartless trick, that never fails
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| Some night you won’t get through to me
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| Oh no, but not tonight, Marie
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| Not tonight, Marie, the full moon shines
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| I’m showing all the danger signs
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| To hell with rest, I’ll thump my chest
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| I’ll swing across the room on vines
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| Marie, I don’t care where or how
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| Marie, you’ve purely had it now
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| Some night you won’t get through to me
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| By God, but not tonight, Marie |