Mary #38 - Gris Gris

Mary moved to the city

Mary left a little farm

every way way that Mary moved

left a little piece of charm

oh my little Mary

settled down on Grand Street

slept inside a box

Mary slept with everyone

mostly just for fun

oh my little Mary

and the story goes it was good to be Mary

and the story goes it was good to be bare

and everybody had Mary in their head

and everybody knows it was good to be bare

she cried for hours

never learned to read

listen to me

let me tell you

everything she sees

oh you know my little Mary

loved her like the morning

let her ride the box

crystallize your feelings love

sickle up above

oh my little Mary

and the story goes it was good to be Mary

and the story goes it was good to be bare

and everybody had Mary in their head

and everybody knows it was good to be bare