Mary

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 tonight

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 and lock up the doors and start getting busy



I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight

Oh, Mary, baby I could do it right



When we got to the pad

Mary, baby, started calling me her dad.

As she gave me head,

We could not find the damn bed!

Fifteen years old plus one and hotter than a microwave oven.

Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home.