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Mary comes in a bows And all her lipstick, pearls and clothes Come falling down Come falling at her feet Got a knife and a spoon And a rose on my suit Mother-son Dark as crows, here above I keep two feet on my floor She's like a dove There's a law she keeps Come falling down Steal her things Come falling down All her rings Come falling down All that she was sold Second hand, handed you With a heart to fill my shoes And mother-son Dark as crows She comes knocking down my doors Sad mother-son On a cross, in her sleep On her sheets With a lie that she keeps In here, nothing breathes A penny sent for your thought She comes knocking down my door Sad mother-son Mother-son |