Page 45 of Marley

He took a draw on the cigarette he’d just lit. “Why the fuck are you smoking? Len’ll go ape shit if he walks in here and catches you.”

“Fuck Len. In fact, fuck the lot of ya.” He threw the sheet of paper with the song written on it at me. “Until you lot can come up with something better, we’ll keep using my lyrics, and if any of you have got a problem with them, then I’ll just stop writing and leave it to you three.”

He could be such a fucking diva sometimes. Between him and George, I couldn’t tell ya who wore the biggest crown.

I bent down and picked up the song sheets and started to read.

You called this on

Now you’ve got your way.

Time for me to move along

Tomorrow’s another day.

Fuck you baby, I did my best

Fuck you baby, now I’ll go fuck the rest.

I tried to reason, to make you see sense

But you walked away... No recompense.

You gave me no chance to talk or say my goodbyes

You ignored my pleas, ignored my cries.

So fuck you baby, now I’ll go fuck the rest

I fucked you baby... You weren’t the best.

When you meet another, which I’m sure you will

Just remember me and the way I can make you feel.

When he slides inside you, and when he holds you tight.

I hope you think and dream of me, all through the night.

When he pushes in deep and looks into your cold hard eyes

When he says and does those things that only I know you like

Don’t you forget that I was your first, the first to hear your moans the first to hear your sighs.

So fuck you baby, my time here is done

I’m through with crying, time for me to have some fun.

Fuck you baby, maybe see you around some time.

Then you can join all the others and wait your turn in line.

“You are fucking kidding me, right?” I looked up at him, then back down at the words.

“Why would I be kidding?” he asked. He was actually being serious. This wasn’t a joke, he really meant for me to write music for this.

“You seriously expect me to write music, then get up on stage and perform a song that talks like that about my sister?”