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Jan 2020
Oh Mary, Mary, quite demanding
How does ya man stay put?
With blue pills, and dollar bills
Pity, those pretty ******, helping his cardiac output

You’ve got something about Mary, in ya hair
Where? Oh, there!
Oh well, I really don’t care
It’s not the only thing, I like to bare
Look up to the ceiling, if ya dare
If ya mother ever saw, it’ll be your worst nightmare
Good comes with the bad, life sometimes, just ain’t fair
Thank God, it’s only hair gel, try looking outside the square

Oh Mary, Mary, quite demanding
How does ya man stay put?
With blue pills, and dollar bills
Pity, those pretty ******, helping his cardiac output

Mary had a scary *****
Its hair was, fully overgrown
And every where that Mary came
The **** was sure well known
She happened to give it, a shave one day
That went against the grain
It made the clients drool, then play
To see her **** hairless, once again

Oh Mary, Mary, quite demanding
How does ya man stay put?
With blue pills, and dollar bills
Pity, those pretty ******, helping his cardiac output.
Written by
Mark
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