Mary
BRADLEY JAMES NOWELL
Maybe one breath away
I'll find the words to say
I'll sit and light the bong
I'll hold my hit in real long
I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonite
Oh Mary baby, please don't fuss and fight
You've heard the line before
Mary, baby, please don't think I'm a whore
If you come home with me
Turn off the lights lock up the door and start gettin' busy
I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonite
Mary, baby, I could do it right
When we got to her pad
Mary, baby, started callin' me her dad
As she gave me head
We could not find the damn bed
Fifteen years old plus one
Hotter than a microwave oven
Mary, baby, daddy is comin' home