| Mother Mary wears a dress
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| Only on certain occasions
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| But lately it seems few and far between
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| Mother Mary makes a mess
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| Only when she wants
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| But lately all the time she seems to want
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| I took a hint from you
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| There’s nothing left to do
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| But lay around
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| Pretty soon there’s something something coming better
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| Come and light it up
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| And lock your doors up tight
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| But don’t press your luck
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| 'Cause it’s me
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| I’m a southern boy with a can of gasoline
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| I’ve never been in love, oh no
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| And I’ve never been ashamed, oh no
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| I guess I can’t give up, oh no
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| You give me all your flame, oh no
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| I wrote you letters
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| To burn before you read
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| But who could write you better than me?
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| I’m a southern boy with a can of gasoline
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| Mother Mary, you’re the girl that everyone is saving
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| But you never took a hand you didn’t own
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| Mother Mary, it’s your world
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| If you only start behaving
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| But who am I to think you’ve never known
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| I took a hint from you
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| I burn the bridges too
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| 'Cause maybe that’s the only way to understand a girl so lonely
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| So let’s fight it off
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| Lock your doors up tight
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| Don’t press your luck
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| It won’t work for me
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| I’m a southern boy with a can of gasoline
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| I’ve never been in love, oh no
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| I’ve never been ashamed, oh no
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| I guess I can’t give up, oh no
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| If you give me all your flame, oh no
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| I write a letter
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| You burn before you read
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| But who could write you better?
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| Than me?
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| A southern boy with a can of gasoline
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| Liar, liar, guess whose pants just caught fire?
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| I don’t want to know
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| Fire, fire, guess who’s not gonna be in ???
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| If you wanna know
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| Liar, liar, guess whose pants just caught fire?
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| I don’t want to know
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| Fire, fire, guess who’s not gonna let you go home
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| Alone
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| Tonight |