Mary, Mary (Body Language)

Mary, Mary
Please put down the skillet
You ain't heard
A single word I said
Only got out half my proposition
Before you aimed that iron at my head

Mary, Mary
Please put down the china
You know I wouldn't
Say a thing like that
You have gone and jumped to one conclusion
When I only meant I'd like to pet your cat

It seems my tongue gets twisted
And my words all come out screwed
So if this discourse
Is sounding too forced
Let's switch to body language
And pound it out in Morse
Morse

Mary, Mary
Please put down the shotgun
You know I love you girl
So do the math
I am too discrete to speak of hygiene
All I meant was give that cat a bath

It seems my tongue gets twisted
And my words all come out screwed
So if this discourse
Is sounding too forced
Let's switch to body language
And pound it out in Morse
Morse

Mary, Mary
That's the way I like it
All the way up one side
Down the next
You are such an expert at tongue lashings
I hardly ever, ever think of sex



Credits
Writer(s): Rex Richard Strother
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