Mary moved to the city Mary left a little farm every way way that Mary moved left a little piece of charm oh my little Mary settled down on Grand Street slept inside a box Mary slept with everyone mostly just for fun oh my little Mary
and the story goes it was good to be Mary and the story goes it was good to be bare and everybody had Mary in their head and everybody knows it was good to be bare
she cried for hours never learned to read listen to me let me tell you everything she sees oh you know my little Mary loved her like the morning let her ride the box crystallize your feelings love sickle up above oh my little Mary
and the story goes it was good to be Mary and the story goes it was good to be bare and everybody had Mary in their head and everybody knows it was good to be bare