Margery's dreaming of the middle of the day  Tiyuri to win   Perfect Dozen to place  Money is the matter that's been on her mind  Time ticks by her one race at a time   She's trying' to be a good girl  And give 'em what they want   But Margery's dreaming of horses   Looking' at a green sky  Sun like a red eye   Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by  She's tired and lonely   Scared and depressed   Her visions of one day go racing the next  She's trying to be a good girl  And give 'em what they want   But Margery's dreaming of horses   Margery doesn't say anything all the way home   So afraid she'll awake to find she's all alone   Margery's wingspan's all feathers and coke cans, and  TV dinners and letters she won't send, and   Every race night is shot through with sunlight   Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for...  Drunken fathers and stupid mothers and   Boys who can't tell one girl from another   So she takes her pills   Careful and round  One of these days she's gonna throw the whole bottle down   But she's trying to be a good girl   And give 'em what they want   But Margery's dreaming of...   Trying to be a good girl   And give 'em what they want   But Margery's dreaming of horses