Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Mary Mary not so contrary, LOOK WHAT I FOUND! HAHA
Lyrics
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.
Marigolds my ass
She’s growing grass
She’s getting high behind the shed
Her and mother goose
Are getting quite loose
And taking it to the head
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