Something About Mary

Oh Mary, Mary, quite demanding    
How does ya man stay put?  
With blue pills, and dollar bills    
Pity, those pretty whores, helping his cardiac output    
    
You’ve got something about Mary, in ya hair    
Where? Oh, there!    
Oh well, I really don’t care    
It’s not the only thing, I like to bare    
Look up to the ceiling, if ya dare    
If ya mother ever saw, it’ll be your worst nightmare    
Good comes with the bad, life sometimes, just ain’t fair    
Thank God, it’s only hair gel, try looking outside the square    
   
Mary had a scary pussy    
Its hair was, fully overgrown    
And every where that Mary came    
The puss was sure well known    
She happened to give it, a shave one day    
That went against the grain    
It made the clients drool, then play    
To see her puss hairless, once again