Mary comes in a bows And all her lipstick pearls and clothes Come falling down Come falling at her feet Got a knife and a spoon And a rose on my suit Mother-son Dark as crows Here above I keep two feet on my floor She's like a dove There's a law she keeps Come falling down Steal her things Come falling down All her rings Come falling down All that she was sold Second hand handed you With a heart to fill my shoes And mother-son Dark as crows She comes knocking down Sad mother-son On a cross In her sleep On her sheets With a lie That she keeps In here, nothing breathes A penny sent For your thought She comes knocking down my door Sad mother-son Mother-sonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
