Mary, Mary where'd you go?
Always happens when I'm low
Disappearing into miniature
Or falling down behind the furniture (falling)
Mary, Mary nature sweet
How does your garden grow so neat?
Of silver bells and cockle shells not a sign
All the pretty maidens in a line (lining)
Mary
Mary go round
Why can't there be more like you?
Almost perfect, almost real
A mannequin of pulchritude
Mary, Mary burning bright
I'll see the last of you tonight
Incinerated at the stake
A fitting end for such a fake (a fake, yeah)
Mary
Mary go round
Why can't there be more like you?
Almost perfect, almost real
An effigy of pulchritude