Marta, oh Marta
Tell me what's it to you
What I want you to do
Such a small price to pay
For a golden parachute
Safety all but guaranteed
Only one thing left to do
Darling I beg of you
Marta, my Marta
Be a good Freudian
Retrace all your steps
Go back to the origin
Where the tragedy begins
Ain't no coincidence
Sweetheart, you're innocent
You're my baby, I'm your daddy
What else is new
Marta, your blues are what you choose
And you're a cynic before God
Chin up, it's the cost
Of business and living and faith and lust
And love
Put on your floral print dress
And run for the hills
And I will walk into the ocean
Return to my home planet
Goodbye, little Marta
Marta, goodbye
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Marta, oh Marta
Tell me what's it to you
What I want you to do
Such a small price to pay
For a golden parachute
Safety all but guaranteed
Only one thing left to do
Darling I beg of you
Marta, my Marta
Be a good Freudian
Retrace all your steps
Go back to the origin
Where the tragedy begins
Ain't no coincidence
Sweetheart, you're innocent
You're my baby, I'm your daddy
What else is new
Marta, your blues are what you choose
And you're a cynic before God
Chin up, it's the cost
Of business and living and faith and lust
And love
Put on your floral print dress
And run for the hills
And I will walk into the ocean
Return to my home planet
Goodbye, little Marta
Marta, goodbye
Tell me what's it to you
What I want you to do
Such a small price to pay
For a golden parachute
Safety all but guaranteed
Only one thing left to do
Darling I beg of you
Marta, my Marta
Be a good Freudian
Retrace all your steps
Go back to the origin
Where the tragedy begins
Ain't no coincidence
Sweetheart, you're innocent
You're my baby, I'm your daddy
What else is new
Marta, your blues are what you choose
And you're a cynic before God
Chin up, it's the cost
Of business and living and faith and lust
And love
Put on your floral print dress
And run for the hills
And I will walk into the ocean
Return to my home planet
Goodbye, little Marta
Marta, goodbye
Writer: Lukas Schulz
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