Lyrics John Hiatt – Marianne

Oh, Marianne
Please don’t marry that insurance man

I just saw your picture in the paper
Surrounded by extensive wedding plans

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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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