She Wears her thoughts on her sleeve Always taught to believe Compromise is a dirty word
Ma Says just be who you are Make your luck when you can Find a man who will kiss your scars
He Fills her sandals with glee Holds her handles with love Says her scar is a maple tree
She Wears her body with pride Shares her teardrops with ease Opens up and lets him inside Lets him inside, lets him inside...
And she says Mary, Mary, how’s your maple grow? With every little knock, at 20p a throw. Mary, Mary, have I got far to go? Just let it tell your story, blow by blow.
The world Spins her luck into gold And her story is told In a sentence that’s not her own
She Hides her thoughts up her sleeve And her maple has grown And her sandals are growing cold
Her man Holds escape in his hand Drapes her branches with love He is somewhere she once belonged
She Hides her body in shame And her teardrops in song Closes up and keeps him outside Keeps him outside, keeps him outside...
And she says Mary, Mary, how’s your maple grow? With every little knock, at 20p a throw. Mary, Mary, have I got far to go? Just let it tell your story, blow by blow Blow by blow, blow baby blow
And they say care a little less Lie a little more Wear a little less Just a little that’s all Think a little less Buy a little more Blink a little less Just a little that’s all...
But Mary, Mary, how’s your maple grow? With every little knock, at 20p a throw. Mary, Mary, have I got far to go? Just let it tell your story, blow by blow.