Mary #38 Songtext
von The Gris Gris

Mary moved to the city
Mary left a little farm
Every way way that Mary moved
Left a little piece of charm
Oh my little Mary
Settled down on Grand Street
Slept inside a box
Mary slept with everyone
Mostly just for fun
Oh my little Mary

And the story goes it was good to be Mary
And the story goes it was good to be bare
And everybody had Mary in their head
And everybody knows it was good to be bare


She cried for hours
Never learned to read
Listen to me
Let me tell you
Everything she sees
Oh you know my little Mary
Loved her like the morning
Let her ride the box
Crystallize your feelings love
Sickle up above
Oh my little Mary

And the story goes it was good to be Mary
And the story goes it was good to be bare
And everybody had Mary in their head
And everybody knows it was good to be bare