Mary, oh Mary, so quite contrary How does your garden grow? These silver bells and cockle shells And pretty men all in a row
Went to see contrary Mary Told her eye refuse to terry We spoke very soft and slow Without your pretty men, Mary, standin' in a row
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
Smoked a haiku cigarette Turned around and then we left Smiling as the way began to grow We got your pretty men all in a row
Mary, Mary, so quite contrary How does your garden grow? These silver bells and cockle shells And pretty men all in a row
Mary, Mary - Mary, Mary Mary, Mary - Mary, Mary Mary, Mary - Mary, Mary Mary, Mary - Mary, Mary
Went to see contrary Mary Told her eye refuse to terry We spoke very soft and slow We got your pretty men standin' in a row
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, MaryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
