You thought it all would be pie
No, Mary Ann
Pink little birds in the sky
No, Mary Ann
Symphony orchestras reeling in glorious song. Nothing but beautiful feeling. Boy were you wrong
Now you say life is a bore
No, Mary Ann
Dreary and gray and no more
No, Mary Ann
Say it's all pink; say it's all gray. that's to easy to think that's to easy to say. And I'm just a man, Mary Ann
You thought it all would be pie
No, Mary Ann
Pink little birds in the sky
No, Mary Ann
Symphony orchestras reeling in glorious song. Nothing but beautiful feeling. Boy were you wrong
Suddenly now it's all flat
No, Mary Ann
Dreary and gray and that's that
No, Mary Ann
Say it's all pink; say it's all gray. that's to easy to think that's to easy to say
It's what you feel and that's the least of it. Make a meal. No, Make a feast of it!
Thing of it is I love you , Mary Ann!