Maybe one breath away
I'll find the words to say
I'll sit and light the bong
I'll hold my hit in real long
I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight
Oh Mary baby, please don't fuss and fight
You've heard the line before
Mary, baby, please don't think I'm a whore
If you come home with me
Turn off the lights and lock up the doors and start getting busy
I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight
Oh, Mary, baby I could do it right
When we got to the pad
Mary, baby, started calling me her dad.
As she gave me head,
We could not find the damn bed!
Fifteen years old plus one and hotter than a microwave oven.
Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home.
Songwriter(s): Bradley James Nowell
Copyright: Lou Dog Publishing, Music Corp. Of America Inc., Gasoline Alley Music
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