Mary Mary - Chumbawamba

No virgin me For I have sinned

I sold my soul

For sex and gin

Go call a priest

All meek and mind

And tell him, «Mary

Is no more a child.»

It’s raining stones

It’s raining bile

From the luxury

Of your denial

So I don’t deny

I don’t make do

I’ll press alarms

Place bets on truth

I’m so up and down

And I love what’s no allowed

I was lost, now I see:

And now I’m growing old disgracefully

Whatever happened to Mary?

I’ll spit on floors

Get drunk on love

Wear next to nothing

In the pouring rain

Be a bad example

And do it all again

I’ll be uncareful

I’ll cause such scenes

And I’ll never talk

Of used-to-be's

Tattoo my face

I won’t go grey

Be a dancing queen

I’m growing old disgracefully

I’m so up and down

And I love what’s not allowed

I was lost, now I see:

And now I’m growing old disgracefully

Whatever happened to Mary?