"Marilyn" lyrics

I overheard a man talking to his friends about some gal named Marilyn
Said she was cooking him a good dinner
But he wished that she was thinner
Well, I hated that man
And my heart went out to poor Marilyn

With so much love to give
Buying trinkets for the bathroom
And good wine for drinking
But you see this man was a menace
He disregarded her presence
And I loathe him as he stands
Taking all he can get from poor Marilyn

He was a nasty man
He was a foolish man
Well, often he did not seem bothered
He was an undeserving father with a cruel hand
He was a mean old man

All the time she spent learning to love again
What he thought was awful
Like her belly growing softer after she birthed their baby daughter
Still can not comprehend
All the sadness that I feel for sweet Marilyn

He was a nasty man
He was a foolish man
It was always one thing or another
He was in search of a younger lover to take his hand
Oh, but no one can

He was a nasty man
He was a foolish man
He was a mean old man

He was a nasty man
He was a mean old man
He was a foolish man
He was a nasty man
He was a mean old man