Mary is a friendly girl
She took me by the short-and-curled
In her eyes I saw her soul
She led me to the quicksand
Rolling around, rolling in my head
I cant comprehend the things that she said
Running around, running in my head
I cannot believe the things that she said
Mary is a special girl
She led me like a blind man
Through her eyes Ive seen the world
She buried me in the quicksand