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Marley's Story (Live) Video (MV)




Performed By: Taberna Mercurio
Language: English
Length: 4:36
Written by: Michael Lauer




Taberna Mercurio - Marley's Story (Live) Lyrics




Now listen up, valued fellas and ladies
Gonna share my story of old
Although my reputation is shady
'Tis the truth, I swear, lo and behold

Started out as respectable lady
Born with a silver spoon in my mouth
Until I met this fellow O'Grady
And that's when all the things went south

His eyes were green, a weathered skin
An iron look, a distinctive chin
I fell in love, head over heels
If you've ever loved before, you know how it feels

For a while this ship sailed smooth
But suddenly he developed odd manners
The worst thing was, I swear it's the truth
He look at me as if I was long in the tooth

All good things must come to an end
A magic potion I got from a friend
Brought him dinner and guess what he found
Falling dead from the chair, laying cold on the ground

Now I'm the widow of an Irish man
A hundred pieces in the trashcan
Getting rid of pleasure and pain
A quarter to seven, here come the dustmen
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English

Now listen up, valued fellas and ladies
Gonna share my story of old
Although my reputation is shady
'Tis the truth, I swear, lo and behold

Started out as respectable lady
Born with a silver spoon in my mouth
Until I met this fellow O'Grady
And that's when all the things went south

His eyes were green, a weathered skin
An iron look, a distinctive chin
I fell in love, head over heels
If you've ever loved before, you know how it feels

For a while this ship sailed smooth
But suddenly he developed odd manners
The worst thing was, I swear it's the truth
He look at me as if I was long in the tooth

All good things must come to an end
A magic potion I got from a friend
Brought him dinner and guess what he found
Falling dead from the chair, laying cold on the ground

Now I'm the widow of an Irish man
A hundred pieces in the trashcan
Getting rid of pleasure and pain
A quarter to seven, here come the dustmen
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Writer: Michael Lauer
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