We sang, we danced, we played.
Me and my best friend Mary May.
We shared stories, we shared secrets, we shared kisses behind the bleachers.
I married Mary the month of May.
Because it suited her last name.
It was two weeks before her Birthday,
When I married Mary May.
As we grew older, we grew grey.
She died my best friend Mary May.
She died in the month of May.
Because it suited her last name.
It was two weeks before her Birthday, when she died that day.
I couldn't live without her though.
So I willed myself to go.
So as to meet my friend again,
my best friend,
Mary May.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
We sang, we danced, we played.
Me and my best friend Mary May.
We shared stories, we shared secrets, we shared kisses behind the bleachers.
I married Mary the month of May.
Because it suited her last name.
It was two weeks before her Birthday,
When I married Mary May.
As we grew older, we grew grey.
She died my best friend Mary May.
She died in the month of May.
Because it suited her last name.
It was two weeks before her Birthday, when she died that day.
I couldn't live without her though.
So I willed myself to go.
So as to meet my friend again,
my best friend,
Mary May.
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