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Mary moved to the cityMary left a little farmevery way way that Mary movedleft a little piece of charmoh my little Marysettled down on Grand Streetslept inside a boxMary slept with everyonemostly just for funoh my little Maryand the story goes it was good to be Maryand the story goes it was good to be bareand everybody had Mary in their headand everybody knows it was good to be bareshe cried for hoursnever learned to readlisten to melet me tell youeverything she seesoh you know my little Maryloved her like the morninglet her ride the boxcrystallize your feelings lovesickle up aboveSongtexteoh my little Maryand the story goes it was good to be Maryand the story goes it was good to be bareand everybody had Mary in their headand everybody knows it was good to be bare Aus Songtexte Mania