In my pink pyjamas she asked
me for something
I gave her the short anwswer
She read our stars out loud
And I knew then that we should
have gone sailing
But we stayed home instead
Fighting on the waterbed
Like the honeymoon couple
on drugs
Me and Mary
What happened in the past
Remained a mystery of natural
history
She should have been the last
But she was just the latest
If she wanted to be a farmer's
wife
I would endure that muddy
life
I would dig for victory
And the sound of happy couples
Coupling happily in the dark
While you and I sat down to
tea
I remember you said to me
That no amount of poetry
Would mend this broken heart
But you can put the Hoover
round
If you want to make a start
All my friends from school
Introduce me to their spouses
While I'm left standing here
With my hands down the front
of my trousers
I just don't know what's to
be done
I wonder sometimes how did
Dad meet Mum
And how did they conceive
of me
Tell me Mary
The boys who came to the shop
Always made her laugh much
more than I did
When I told her this must
stop
She didn't bat an eyelid
She said you know honey it's
such a shame
You'll never be any good at
this game
You bruise too easily
So said Mary
Her two brothers took me out
Of circulation for the duration
So we went our seperate ways
but does she still love me
She still has my door key
Like a bully boy in a Benetton
shop
You're never happy with what
you've got
Till what you've got has gone
Sorry Mary
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