Moxy Fruvous Poor Mary Lane
She lowered her head when they layed all the blame The charge was clear Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane And I've been her swordsman of national fame Her knight so dear Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane Trapped in her castle In mourning and still a dreamer What began as a hastle If anything wouldn't seem her I put on my head when they layed all the blame I spoke in fear Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane And I've been her swordsman of national fame Her knight was here Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane Then we were in college And he was our prince of knowledge For my love I would promise To be her alibi and accomplace Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane Social Professor didn't stop when he carressed her He laughed in tears at their shame And though she calculated, So it was premeditated What could she do? We lowered our heads when they laid all the blame Put her away Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane And I though the plan would be clearing her name We lost that day Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane Lowered our heads when they layed all the blame Put her away Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane...
