marie, i feel

sing this like how they sing nature boy, in moulin rouge as you read, okay? 

there was a girl,
a very strange enchanted girl,
she cooks and bakes like everyone,
everyone,
diligent and gay.

but then one day,
a married man then came one day,
and told her that her biscuits fine,
biscuits fine,
and tried to make its sales,

and then one day,
men got greedy & made it worst,
made it worst,
to what its like today.

marie girl,
i feel sad for your biscuits,
i miss the marie's terribly,
terribly,
i cant explain how much.

you used to be,
you used to be soft and sweet,
but now youre fragile and lousy,
very lousy,
you disappoint me.

a tribute to marie biscuits.

please, you people out there. bake proper marie biscuits alright? :)