Mary is the blonde girl sitting there in the corner
And I don’t know how she does it
But everyone adores her
And as I sit just watching
She smiles so very sweetly
So I slink off to the kitchen
Where the unbelievers gather

Wild horses couldn’t cross the plain between us
and Moses couldn’t part that raging sea
There’s no bridge to cross
No common ground on which we can agree
Mary and me

Standing by the doorway you can watch the scene unoticed
As the queen bestows her pleasures
Not giving the remotest thought
To any new disciple that she adds to her collection
And if you think I’m bitter - you’ve got it to perfection

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She’s the perfect combination of frustration and temptation
And it’s just my intepretation there’s a fatal fasination
Cos we couldn’t be more different
And sometimes I’d like to kill her
But instead I stand there watching
And wish that I could be her

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