Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hands?
And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth
If he could take it from the money man?
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again
She signs no contracts but she always plays it clean
She dines in Hampstead Village
On expense-accounted gruel
And the jackknife barber drops her off at school
Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys
Would rather make it with a leching gray
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along
A poor man's rich girl
And she'll do it for a song
A rich man's stealer
But her favor's good and strong
She's the Robin Hood of High Gate
Let the poor man get along
Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys
Would rather make it with a leching gray
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again
She signs no contracts but she always plays it clean
She dines in Hampstead Village
On expense-accounted gruel
And the jackknife barber drops her off at school
Cross-eyed Mary
Oh, Mary
Oh, Cross-eyed Mary
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