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Look at the lady with the crazy stare in her eyeslooks way past 50 though she's barely 35sleeps most days in the city parkevery night down at Casey's barand if she talks at all you hear her say"I was a lovely girl in my younger days"
She was the prettiest girl this town had ever seenbut she dressed too gaudy for the likes of the people hereout every night living life to the fulla string of men at her beck and callbut smalltown people got smalltown waysand soon she was stuck with a brandnew name
Hey Virgin Mary
Lover of lovers
How many others
Your bed is never emptyit must bring you plenty
Oh that fateful night there was thunder in the airthe women were angry and the men felt like a sharea lynch mob frenzy came over the towngrabbed hold of Mary, threw her down to the groundthe first man there that had Mary laidstaggered back with shock on his face
Hey Virgin Mary
Be true to your namewe've put you to shameyou're not what we thoughtthe victim of talk!
Hey Virgin Maryrumour was your ruinevil talk was your undoingheavy on the consciencejealous talk and nonsenseyou were really like your nameand we put you to shameyou're not really what we thoughtjealous talk and nonsense
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