This is not another song about you
I was just thinking about you when I wrote it
I know you hate it when I mention your name in my songs
For this one I'll be cheeky and I’ll call you Mary-Anne

Mary-Anne could you hold my hand?
Mary-Anne could you hold my hand around the band?
Mary-Anne I'm trying to understand how to get over myself
And I'm trying very hard to give up

I paint a virgin, paint it ugly-up
You paint an idiot with back bent-broken
It’s not my business, try to back right off
But when we're intimate, inanimate I feel like crying

Mary-Anne could you hold my hand?
Mary-Anne could you hold my hand around the band?
Mary-Anne I'm trying to understand how to get over myself
And I'm trying very hard to give up

I know you hate it when I mention your name in my songs
La la la la la
Holly, Holly, Holly, Holly, Holly, Holly, Holly, Holly (repeat ad nauseum)