Mary had a perfect eye for
Knowing when and where and why
To speak her mind aloud in a crowd

But she could not find a lotion
That would soothe all the edges in her mood
Mary mind what you lay on your love

Beloved child of human kind
Eden’s gardens’ apple pie
Let’s get lost in the lust for lore

Living cool and living well
Hard to be perceptive in a shell
Mary mind what you lay on your love

It’s getting warmer
People getting colder

At the dawn of this millennium
Mary rubs a bad dream from her eyes
The sky in a mushroom cloud

Pray to every god and saint
Deliver us from pain or we shall
Fill this world with the sound of our mind
Mouth open, apple bite
Mary mind what you lay on your love
Be an anchor bonafide
You have to be there for yourself to feel loved

It’s getting warmer
People getting colder