Miss Mary Mack
All dressed in
black
With silver
buttons
All down her back
She took the train
Past Driscoll Lane
To spill the blood
that
Swiftly runs
through idle veins
And with her knife
To sink the strife
She looked him
straight into the eye
And took his life
Yea it was so hard
to find
The one she had in
mind
The one that
tripped her fantasy
She took her money
off the salsa line
And put it in the
butchery
And she was so
overjoyed
That she found her
little toy
They've got to
take her away
While there's
still time
So as his mind
slipped away
It conjured up the
day
He first laid eyes
upon her skin
Oh she was smitten
she was so divine
And with a smile
she drew him in
But now she's spat
in his face
And turned the
tides without a trace
They've got to
take her away
While there's
still time
Yea it was so hard
to find
The one she had in
mind
The one that
tripped her fantasy
She took her money
off the salsa line
And put it in the
butchery
And she was so
overjoyed
That she found her
little toy
They've got to
take her away
While there's
still time
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