Good friend martin, when you think of me
Make sure i am a woman of ideals
'cause martin, that's all i've got left in me
Can't pull no tricks out my sleeve
Martin, our roads may not be the same
We've each got our own style and way
But martin, we each gonna taste that fame
But i can just say my fame gonna taste a little sweeter
'cause your head it is big and your feet they don't hit the ground
And martin, i've learned one thing
Only good boys get to morningtown
And i know you want to ride to morningtown
So martin, i'm gonna keep playing my empty rooms
Someday i'll find my space
And martin, i'm gonna keep my mouth free and clear
Ain't no dick gonna block what i say
'cause my head it ain't big and my feet they gonna stay on the ground
Martin, i've learned one thing
Only good girls get to morningtown
And i am gonna ride to morningtown