wearing black in the summer you d hang out on the corner with the music loud was it the cellophane sky or blue whiskey at night kept me coming around we started writing our names on the wind at half past midnight you d strike up the band i wanna be your marianne i wanna be your marianne on the velvet mornings in the lazy sunlight you put flowers in my hair over cities that trembled we floated like feathers lighter than air you tried to impress me with your sleight of hand we saved our money in a coffee can i wanna be your marianne i wanna be your marianne i should have known by the stone cold look in your face that looking at me like i m gonna be sweeping up the place i saw you hanging on the corner she was hanging on your shoulder lighter than air it was a velvet morn you wore a crown of thorns she had flowers in her hair i d really love to stay but i ve got other plans a bird in the bush is worth two in the hand i wanna be your marianne i wanna be your marianne