let me you all the story of a girl we know as maribell   she's the sweetest little thing but it's not the sweetest secret to tell   we walked through the trainyard and norma and brian walked ahead   we climbed through the hole in the fence and that's when norma said      all of that charm gone to waste      take my hand brian, t-t-take my hand brian   do you have a second   and she dug her little fingers into his neck until he choked   you could tell he was high cuz her fingertips were going white   his face was alight and his eyes were wide and they looked so bright      all of that charm gone to waste      leave me alone, won't you      all of that charm gone to waste