this is the true story of Mary
she was a volcano with a body for sin
her red hair was like fire
where all want to boil and burn until the sunrise
after closing the bar was a regret
the young boys for diner
the other menu was given further inside
the fish of the day that time
and the braised clam by day
for solitary sentence
and between your legs perhaps
return to smile, return to be happy
sweet Mary where are you, who stole your youth
renting some love, your office was a mattress
issuing checks of pain
she was known at this beautiful tavern
when I was starving I ordered dinner
she smiled suggestively
the food she offered me
kneeling I ate the...
some times I've had very light dinner
some rooms come with a very special menu
we left sweating and it wasn't summer.
still preserving carmine's fence
surrounding the other nose
for solitary sentence
and between your legs perhaps
return to smile, return to be happy
sweet Mary where are you, who stole your youth
renting some love, your office was a mattress
issuing checks of pain
passing the days, growing flowers
never forgetting so she will follow me
since that night that i had burns
and more bugs in the garden
i have left dinner there
for solitary sentence
and between your legs perhaps
return to smile,return to be happy
sweet Mary where are you, who stole your youth
renting some love, your office was a mattress
issuing checks of pain