Marina, Or, the Best Wife in All of Texas and the 22nd of November

My stepfather was scared of you All your fancy 45's But you could dance my love I always wanted a man who could dance As the Russian roses, they thawed and bloomed I held your jaw and saved your breaths For when I needed them most In cups of promises and jam I can learn to understand you If you give me the chance to In your family's dark authorities In your corp inferiorities I can learn to understand you If you give me the chance to In your pocket knife shame In your psychosomatic pain I can learn to understand you I can learn to not waste your time You never asked me to help with your fears But I tried to With all the time I spent in Minsk Studying ways to fix you Little June in her dead eyed coat Hadn't seen you in a week or two But then you show up on TV 2 shots killed Jack Kennedy I got so many letters, Lee, oh You should've seen what they said The people that we thought could stand us Seemed happy that you're dead The journalists won't let me sleep And Ruth seems to being losing her head I got so many letters, Leo You should've been here to see what they said They said "Marina what happened to the man you loved?" "Marina I'm sorry I can't make the funeral" "Marina I hope he burns in hell" Priscilla, you bitch, I don't give a f*ck Can't you see I loved him? Can't you see he wasn't well? I can learn to understand you If you give me the chance to In your family's dark authorities In your corp inferiorities I can learn to understand you If you give me the chance to In your pocket knife shame In your psychosomatic pain I can learn to understand you I can learn to understand you I can learn not to waste your time