Very Old FriendThat she has the longest, blackest hairThe prettiest green eyes anywhereAnd Marie's the name of his latest flameThough I smiled, the tears inside were a-burningI wished him luck, and then he said goodbyeHe was gone, but still his words kept returningWhat else was there for me to do but cry?Would you believe that yesterdayThis girl was in my arms and swore to meShe'd be mine eternallyAnd Marie's the name of his latest flameThough I smiled, the tears inside were a-burningI wished him luck, and then he said goodbyeHe was gone, but still his words kept returningWhat else was there for me to do but cry?Would you believe that yesterdayThat yesterdayThis girl was in my arms and swore to meShe'd be mine eternallyAnd Marie's the name of his latest flameYeah, Marie's the name of his latest flameOh, Marie's the name of his latest flame*