You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
Not just another bloody Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally
And I see nothing wrong with that
We were searching for reasons to play by the rules
But we quickly found out it was just for fools
Now through all the sorrow, we'll be riding high
And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go