How did I ever get into this mess
I fell in the river and I wrecked my dress
I wanted to look good because he's coming tonight
And he's bringing me things that I like
Oh Marco--I'm shallow
But I don't want you to think
That you're buying my love
With these things
The last place you wrote from was Constantinople
I am not impressed Marco--I've been around
Well, anyways--I told our friends
And we'll meet you at the warehouse
Down by the docks tonight
Oh Marco--I'm shallow
But I don't want you to think
That you're buying my love
With these frivolous things
But I'm dying for dresses
And I've run out of perfume
And I'm pining for a wine
That is halfway decent