I remember how it started
She was sitting next to me in class
She had the jeans and said smart things
It took me all the nerve to ask
Her out for tea
She went with me
Then to the party, to the dance
Her breath was hot, my voice was shot
And then she asked then on the grass
We kissed and that was it
I knew I was infatuated
Maybe I shouldn’t have told her so
Maybe I should have waited
But I held her in my arms
I held her in my arms
I held her in my arms
But I couldn’t hold her very long

Oh, Mary
Mary Moffett
I wonder if she’s lonely
I wonder if she’ll hear her song

If she didn’t want to see me
Well I wish she would’ve told
Instead I had to leave some
Embarrassing voicemails on her phone
And I wonder if she laughed at them
Thought they were pathetic
Well I hope it happens to her one day
And she has to feel the headache
But I’m not bitter, I’m not mad
Well, maybe just a little
It’ll stew in my subconscious
Like some stupid, unsolved riddle
But in truth I hardly ever think
Of whatever was between us
Only when I make that lonely
Drive through Encinitas
Oh, Mary
Mary Moffett
I wonder if she’s lonely
I wonder if she’ll hear her song

Oh, Mary
Mary Moffett
I wonder if she’s lonely
I wonder if she’ll hear her song