by Ty Kovatch
There's nothing that can give you life
Like a cupful of gin and a handful of lies
I'm not here to save your smile
But you love me still cuz you think I might
I took Mary down on a discount night
Cuz she ain't real rich, and she ain't real nice
She's got an old house on the old highway
Where she lives all alone and she begs me to stay
She's Mary
Hey hey hey, no, no, Mama, mama
Singing whatcha whatcha got
Whatcha whatcha got hot
Moving in kind of slow, moving out kind of hot
Living kind of scared in the green grass air
With her little black dress and her middle class hair
She hates herself with a poison drink
She bates herself when she tries to think
She's Mary
Chorus
I tried to get clean with the Grenadine Queen
Prettiest girl that you've ever seen
In the white room, where we lay
I tried to steal her heart but she gave it away.
© 2006 Ty Kovatch
Mary
While We Were Sleeping
Reload
T-Shirt
Covered by Your Covers
Burned
Giving Her Away
Leave Your Best Girl Home
All Those Friday Nights
Every Pace We Leave
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