The Gearhart Hotel...A Memory Locked Inside A Melody...

#6 MARK & MARIE

Marie you are my woman, Mark you are my man, Together we peel potatoes, Together we open cans, The guests are waiting, For us to fry their clams, Marie you are my woman, Mark you are my man. Mark I am your woman, Marie I am your man, Together we make the biscuits, Together we wash the pans, The guests are waiting, For us to carve the ham, Mark I am your woman, Marie I am your man. I never had the money, To buy a diamond ring, But O’ my man Mark, Our Loves’ a beautiful thing, There’s not too many folks, Who laugh like us and sing, Marie you are my princess, Mark you are my king. Marie you look so pretty, With your butcher knife, You’re the handsomest man, I’ve ever seen in my whole life, The guests are waiting, For us to fry their clams, Marie you are my woman, Mark I am your woman, Marie you are my woman, Mark you are my man!

Marie