Mary, mary Paroles

And tell him, "Mary
Is no more a child."

It's raining stones
It's raining bile
From the luxury
Of your denial
So I don't deny
I don't make do
I'll press alarms
Place bets on truth

I'm so up and down
And I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see:
And now I'm growing old disgracefully

Whatever happened to Mary?

I'll spit on floors In the pouring rain
Be a bad example
And do it all again

I'll be uncareful
I'll cause such scenes
And I'll never talk
Of used-to-be's
Tattoo my face
I won't go grey
Be a dancing queen
I'm growing old disgracefully

I'm so up and down
And I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see:
And now I'm growing old disgracefully

Whatever happened to Mary?

Mary, Mary
Quite contrary