The Ring of Marie
As a little lad next door
always did I fancy her
The ring of Marie the big girl.
Her finger had this ring
I thought of it as diamond
precious,nice, always glittering
never thought she could be coned.
I wished I was big
to offer to it security
I would borrow that; the ring
always I knew it's beauty.
One hooligan in plastic suit
fake personality in disguise
blinded Marie that he'll suite
and Marie leased it.Surprise.
He dumped it in mud
she cried hard,poor Marie
broke it to auction its diamond
oh! The ring of Marie.
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