Marie Provost

Mary Provost did not look her best
 The day the cops bust into her lonely nest
 In the cheap hotel up on Hollywood West
 July 29
 She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks
 The neighbors said they never heard a squeak
 For hungry eyes that could not speak
 Said even little doggie's have got to eat
 She was winner
 That became the doggie's dinner
 She never meant that much to me
 Woe, poor Mary
 
 Mary Provost was a movie queen
 Mysterious angel of the silent screen
 And run like the wind the nation's young men steam
 When Mary crossed the silent screen
 Oh, she came out west from New York
 But when the talkies came Mary just couldn't cope
 Her public said Mary take a walk
 All the way back to New York
 She was winner
 That became the doggie's dinner
 She never meant that much to me
 But now I see, poor Mary
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 Those twin balms didn't help her sleep
 As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak
 It's all downhill once you've passed your peak
 Mary got ready for that last big sleep
 The cops came in and they looked around
 Throwing up everywhere over what they found
 The handywork of Mary's little dachshund
 That hungry little dachshund
 She was winner
 That became the doggie's dinner
 She never meant that much to me
 Woe, poor Mary
 Poor Mary
 Poor Mary
 Poor, poor Mary
 Poor Mary
 Poor Mary
 Poor Mary