Married in Mount Airy
I was married in Mount Airy
In its prime, sometime in the late 60's
Where he carried me into a lover's suite
And we made love beneath
The mirrored ceiling
And things were merry at Mount Airy
Where they'd sing
"All you have to bring is your love of everything"
Don't recall what we were drinking (Mhm-mhm)
But I remember thinking
There was something very strange in the air (Mhm-mhm)
Don't recall what we were singing (Mhm-mhm)
But I remember swinging
With my hands caught in the curls of his long hair (Mhm-mhm)
Don't recall what we were singing (Ah)
But I remember swinging
Don't recall what we were singing
Don't recall what we were drinking
But I could swear he tasted of Sherry
Contrary to the maraschino cherries
With our own colour TV
Heavenly shag carpeting
A world apart from the ordinary
Something in the air
And things were merry at Mount Airy
Where they'd sing
"All you have to bring is your love of everything"
Don't recall what we were drinking
But I remember thinking
There was something very strange in the air
Don't recall what we were singing
But I remember swinging
With my hands caught in the curls of his long hair
In its prime, sometime in the late 60's
Where he carried me into a lover's suite
And we made love beneath
The mirrored ceiling
And things were merry at Mount Airy
Where they'd sing
"All you have to bring is your love of everything"
Don't recall what we were drinking (Mhm-mhm)
But I remember thinking
There was something very strange in the air (Mhm-mhm)
Don't recall what we were singing (Mhm-mhm)
But I remember swinging
With my hands caught in the curls of his long hair (Mhm-mhm)
Don't recall what we were singing (Ah)
But I remember swinging
Don't recall what we were singing
Don't recall what we were drinking
But I could swear he tasted of Sherry
Contrary to the maraschino cherries
With our own colour TV
Heavenly shag carpeting
A world apart from the ordinary
Something in the air
And things were merry at Mount Airy
Where they'd sing
"All you have to bring is your love of everything"
Don't recall what we were drinking
But I remember thinking
There was something very strange in the air
Don't recall what we were singing
But I remember swinging
With my hands caught in the curls of his long hair
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Writer(s): Nicole Bell
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