Her mascara traveled and ran through the lines,
too many lines for her range.
She said she was twenty, but painfully clear,
lived far more than her years, I would say.
And her name was
Mary, with mariginal cherry -colored hair
Has a scripture tattooed across her chest
The one that her grandma loved be st
She said, I'm just a waitress, and that's perfectly fine,
it passes the time while I drink.
Her grandmama,
Raisa, had bigger plans,
but died before she was sixteen.
And her name is
Mary, the mare in sheen or
cherry -colored hair,
has a scripture tattooed across her chest.
The one that her grandma loved be st
She said, living ain't easy
But it ain't that hard
So your life's good and tense
Baby, the best
In the yard
Well she smiled pretty easy,
said faith gets me by
When the night falls too hard
and songs make me cry
And when I get older, I want to be young
Let the weight fall away,
turn my face to the sun
And her name is
Mary, with maritime old cherry colored hair
Got a scripture tattoo across her chest
The one that her grandma loved be st
Loved the best
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