- Marie Provost

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November 12, 2015Fixed by Robby Grant 

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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

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

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