Mary - The Happy Fits

Mary’s an animal, as sick as they come

Taste of a cannibal, on top of her tongue

She’ll fill you with loving and drink out your blood

She’s trying to kill me but I just want your—

What’s the matter with that company jet?

What’s the matter with that rolled cigarette?

Well you feel like a loner, you feel like a lonely little lamb

What’s the matter with those ivory keys?

What’s the matter with that life that you lead?

Well you feel like a loner, you feel like a lonely little lamb

Can you feel anything?

Are you more than a sensitive man?

There she is, plain as day

She would love, oh, to take you away

I just want your—

Cold-blooded, as cruel as can be

Abuse her and you’ll always need

Oh, to feel Mary’s loving, to feel Mary’s loving, little lamb

Stop running and fuel the disease

Don’t use her or you’ll always need

Oh, to feel Mary’s loving, to feel Mary’s loving, little lamb

I just want your—

What’s the matter with that silicone dress?

But can’t you see you’ve made a terrible mess?

Oh, you feel like a loner, you feel like a lonely little lamb

Can you feel anything?

Are you more than a sensitive man?

There she is, plain as day

She would love, oh, to take you away

I just want your—

Cold-blooded, as cruel as can be

Abuse her and you’ll always need

Oh, to feel Mary’s loving, to feel Mary’s loving, little lamb

Stop running and fuel the disease

Don’t use her and you’ll always need

Oh, to feel Mary’s loving, to feel Mary’s loving, to feel Mary’s loving,

to feel—

Mary’s an animal, as sick as they come

Taste of a cannibal, on top of her tongue

She’ll fill you with loving and drink out your blood

She’s trying to kill me but I just want your—