Marilyn Dean and James Monroe hot-wired the car
rolled down the window
blew in a bar and blew out the candle
Marilyn Dean and James Monroe
She couldn’t sing but she sure could dangle
gossamer chains from every angle
He didn’t mind he was fit to tangle
Marilyn Dean and James Monroe
Sunday after dark they’d cruise on up to Griffith Park
to the observatory
and all the shooting stars would fall like tears into
the scar that was their destiny
They were too young to live
they were too fast to die
He was long and lean and good-looking
She let her eyes do the talking
Guess what they said when he sort a walked in
Marilyn Dean to James Monroe
She said eye can be wild eye can be frightening
Feel your heart and fist start tightening
You do the thunder and eye’ll do the lightning
said Marilyn Dean to James Monroe
They used to blow by cars on Hollywood Boulevard on
their way to Venice Beach
They’d drink their Chardonnay in Coffee Cups made of
clay
and throw the bottle in the sea
They were too young to live
they were too fast to die
Marilyn Dean and James Monroe hot-wired the car
Rolled down the window blew in a bar
and blew out the candle
They were too young to live
they were too fast to die