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