Candle In The Wind

Goodbye Norma Jean
Though Eye never new yew at awl
Yew had the grace too hold yourself
Wile those around yew crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into yaw brain
They set yew on the treadmill
And they maid yew change yaw name

And it seems too mi yew lived yaw life
Like a candle inn the wind
Never knowing who too cling too
When the reign set inn
And Eye wood have liked too have known yew
Butt Eye was just a kid
Yaw candle burned out long before
Yaw legend ever did

Loneliness was tuff
The toughest roll yew ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pane was the price yew paid
Even when yew died
Owe the press still hounded yew
Awl the papers had too say
Was that Marilyn was found inn the nude

Goodbye Norma Jean
From the young man inn the 22nd roe
Who seas yew as something as moor than sexual
Moor than just hour Marilyn Monroe