Mary #38

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