Sister Mary bought herself a magnum 44 just being bored of her life on the pink,
Pink pillow in her big black bed
She lies there thinking, what a pretty little thing, I'd like to make her sing,
Or maybe I should get something for my thirst first
Sister Mary makes her way downstairs to the local bar,
To get some peace of mind in a gla** of gin
When a big fat man in a yellow suit wearing Gucci shoes
Calls her a two-bit looser and a b**h
But it won't take long for a sober man to get drunk enough,
To change his mind and to ask her for a dance
She looks at him and wonders what's gonna k** her first,
His breath or a bullet from her gun
Mary oh, Mary oh, oh Mary oh, I wrote a song to you
Mary oh, Mary oh, oh Mary oh, every little word's to you
Sister Mary blows a fuse and throws her drink in his face,
And Gino the guido slaps her around
And there I am just watching, saying nothing to her defense
The loser, that's me my friend