| Hey there, little miss Mary
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| Don’t be contrary
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| I only wanna be friends with you
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| Come out of your garden, into my yard
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| And there’s a lot of cultivation to do
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| For me and you
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| If you might tell you go
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| Baby, don’t be slow
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| 'Cause loving takes a little time to grow
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| Hey there, little miss Mary
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| You only grab what you sow
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| Hey, there little miss Mary
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| You’re so contrary
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| That boy is always trying to be nice
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| Your flowers ain’t growing
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| Ain’t nothing showing
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| To keep us two from breaking the ice
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| I’ve told you twice
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| If you might tell you go, baby, don’t be slow
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| 'Cause loving takes a little time to grow
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| Mary, Mary, why contrary?
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| How does your garden grow
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| With silver bells and cockle shells
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| Girl, you got to tell me it’s yes or no
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| Hey there, little miss Mary
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| You only grab what you sow
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| I’ve told you twice
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| If you might tell you go, baby, don’t be slow
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| 'Cause loving takes a little time to grow
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| Hey there, little miss Mary
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| You only grab what you sow
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| You only grab what you sow, oh yeah
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| You only grab what you sow |