She's a tomboy Move along boy Tangled hair and bruises on her knees Always has a way of saying 'no way' Some people don't get her, but that's okay Tomboy, Hail Mary Never needs a dress to make her pretty She's a killjoy, such a let down Daddy tried to

I wish I had an angel For one moment of love I wish I had your angel tonight I wish I had your angel Your Virgin Mary undone I`m in love with my lust Burning angel wings to dust Old loves they die hard Old lies they die harder

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then he'll be a true love of mine Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Remember me to one who lives there He once was a true love of mine Tell him to make me a cambric shirt Without no seams nor needle work Tell him to

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

You greet another son, you lose another one Fly's right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in

One, twenty one guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight Throw up your arms into the sky, You're in ruins Do you know what's worth fighting for, When it's not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away

My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme Darlin', darlin', darlin' And all of my peaches (are ruined, bitch) I said real love, it's like feeling no fear When you're standing in the face of danger 'Cause you just want it so much

Ne m'appelez plus jamais "France" Quand je pense à la vieille anglaise La France elle m'a laissé tomber C'est ma dernière volonté Qu'on appelait le "Queen Mary" Sur un quai de Californie J'étais un bateau gigantesque Meine Damen und Herren, Ich heiße Sie

And just like dust we settle in this town Brothers hooked on Mary Jane We get bored so we get married And it ain't slowin' down, this merry go 'round Mary Mary quite contrary If you ain't got two kids by 21, You're probably gonna die alone At least

Maybe we don't deserve love Keep both eyes on the road tonight Keep you waiting, hour after hour Every night, in your lonely tower Looking down, at all of the wreckage When we met, you never expected Mary, roll away the stone 'Cause I'm driving home to