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Well she drives me crazy, the way she walks
Through corridors, not allowed to talk
And she likes it dirty, as I found out yesterday
Up against the wall, then I made her crawl
Coming while I said, "Mary - Mary"
Bride of christ, you're - Bride of christ, you're
Doing the devil on the side
And she drives me crazy, the way she talks
Tied to her bed, upon a rose of thorns
I speak to her with tongues
And she comes like yesterday
Ahh, wail Mary - say your grace
I'll sit upon your face, "Mary - Mary"
Bride of christ, you're - Bride of christ, you're
Doing the devil on the side
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