Mary Mac

She wears her heart on her boots so you can't tell
Too much is never enough
She makes dirty phone calls cause it pays well
And she calls it 'the wages of love'

Mary Mac, dressed in black
Six gold buttons up and down her back
Up and down and down and up her back
Yeah, up and down and down and up her back

You sent a letter
Around November
But she never replied
So he sent another care of her mother
Well I guess you only can try

Mary White, dressed in light
She wrote her name right across the night
Left you high and whole across the night

Mary Black, well it's a fact
Your last Harry had a heart attack
Back and forth and forth and back all night
Oh, back and forth and forth and back all night

She had her tongue down your throat
And her hand down your pants
In the back of a speedboat
Why [?] romance

Ah, Mary, please
Answer me
Only you know just how it feels
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary please

Mary Mac, dressed in black
Six gold buttons up and down her back
Up and down and down and up her back
Oh, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary Mac
Mary, Mary Mary, Mary Mac
(Mary, Mary Mary, Mary Mac)