Miss Mary Mack

Miss Mary Mack, All dressed in black. With silver buttons, all down her Back. She took the train, past Driscoll Inn. To spill the blood that swiftly runs to idle Veins. And with a knife, to sink the strife. She looked him straight in the eye and took His life. Yeah, it was so hard to find the one She had in mind. The one that tripped her Fantasy. She took her money off the salsa line and Put it on the butcher. And she was so overjoyed that she found the Little toy. They've got to take her away. Well, there's still time. Oh. Miss Mary Mack. So as his mind slipped away, conjured up the Day. Placed eyes upon her skin. Oh, she was fit and she was so divine. With a smile she drew him in. But now she's spite in his face. And turned the tides without a trace. They've got to take her away. Well, there's still time. Oh. Yeah. Yeah, it was so hard to find the one She had in mind. The one that tripped her Fantasy. She took her money off the salsa line and Put it on the butcher. And she was so overjoyed that she found the Little toy. They've got to take her away. Well, there's still time. Oh. Miss Mary Mack.