a song for marcie

Marcela Played the Record All Day Long





Some times it's hard to understand
What did God have in mind? what is his plan?
Then other times it's so easy to see
why he did what he did, why he made what he made
If you looked in the mirror, you could, very easily
Know what I mean. Like a victola is played,
Very graceful, very beautiful, very neat
A treasure, something intimidating, yet oh so sweet

inside the little mansion made of paper
marcela played the record all day long
she waits pateintly for her prince to come and save her
marcela played the record all day long

There is something undiscovered here though
You've puzzled me, made me try and ponder
This talent, this gift, that comes from the center of your soul
The ability to make anyone smile, no matter where they wander
You lie perfectly still, figure as smooth as plastic
A mind as sharp as your personality, you float through the room
Giving attention to everyone, as is you were carrying us all in your womb

inside the little mansion made of glass
marcela played the record all day long
awating her prince to get off his lazy ass
marcela played the record all day long

The women idolise her, and the men objectify her
All I want is to hold her all day, to love and worship her
She is all I ever wanted, she is the reason that I live
My pretty porcelain doll, and there's nothing I wouldn't give
To be with her night and day, just to look into her eyes
Tell her she's beautiful and she's the only one i admire
Hoping against hope though, to actually see her one day
Some times she seems so close, but i cannot get to her, I'm afraid

inside the little mansion made of love
marcela played the record all day long
awaiting her prince to come from above
marcela played the record all day long
she waits and watches, but will he come? she waits all day long...