From the shop on the corner
They didn't stop her--they thought she was older
She took a bus ride to a name and a number
A house full of music
And a hatful of wonder

And some of the people that she thought that she knew
Were never like this when she saw them at school
She's never been anywhere like this before
Everybody's so out of control

She was in a back room
Full of strange aromas
And noises and candles
That is where he found her
He took her to a garden
Full of rain and silence
And she could smell
the soil and the trees and see the succulent light
From the little fires in his eyes pulling shapes out of the night
She was enchanted

Then it was 12 o'clock
And the last bus is gone
They're gonna go crazy when they hear what she's done
Higher is lower--and less is like more
She nver felt anything like this before...

Marion!  Marion!  Marion!  Marion!

And then it was yesterday
And he said, "Oh, by the way,
Welcome to your first party."

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