Don't guide Mary Margaret
in her childhood silhouette
had found its way into her head
She was riddled long ago,
she knew her rights and kept her long
A long and lonely avenue,
Her tap dance was perfected
by the time she came of age
She called herself a lap dog,
put her under a steady wage
Convinces someone next to her
the cause for all that pain
Was something irresistible,
She said, my, my, oh my, see it my way
She lost her father to the war
in the middle of month of May
in the milk and honey days
With one hand on the maple
and one foot out the door
Her husband kissed the butler
and they danced across the floor
Always calls for caution,
the old folks used to say
was the or der of the day
Drifting through her memories,
It always made her hungry,
oh but now it makes her cry
My, my, oh my, see it my way
She's dog -eyed Mary Magdalene,
that found its way into her neck
She was widowed long ago,
she knew her rights and kept her long
That long and lonely avenue,
She said, my, my, oh my, oh my
