Bows on your toes
and the stars in your ears
Hair in a plait
You don't invoke any fears

Miss Mara Mae
Just look what you've done
The sky over you's turning grey
Miss Mara Mae
Now you've had all your fun
And the whole world will have to pay

We're not your playground
We're not your vice
You've an interior of cold
Under the sugar and spice

So Mara, Mara, Mara Mae
leave us alone for just this one day
Let us be free to roam and to live
Because we don't want what you have to give.