Visions of Marilyn Manroe

It's 10 in the morning
I've already had a few beers
I'm walking down a suburban street
Staring at the sun

I’m in Victoria, Vancouver Island,
British Columbia, Canada, North America,

I realize the only person
more beautiful than me,
who can out drink me,
out fuck me,
is Marilyn Manroe
and she is already dead
I missed my chance
I have to live with that