Mother is fucked up, father is fucked up
But they're not as fucked up as me
This dear has trestles hanging to her ankles
This dear's far wiser than me
What's that sound? The sound of Mary Lee's heart breaking
She used to be my one and only true love
What's that sound? The sound of Mars and Venus clashing
Every time that girl hitches up her skirt
She and me should drink more whiskey
Oh, Mary Lee, forgive me, I am tempted, I am tempted
She and I should drink more wine
Mary Lee, all this time I've been thinking of drinking with another
On line 22 of page 36 of the book she was reading
Contained both our names
I took this to mean we were meant to be
And I would be leaving my sweet Mary Lee

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