She
Wears her thoughts on her sleeve
Always taught to believe [bad word] is a dirty word

Ma 
Says just be who you are
Make your luck when you can
Find a man who will kiss your scars

He 
Fills her sandals with glee
Holds her handles with love
Says her scar is a maple tree

She
Wears her body with pride
Shares her teardrops with ease
Opens up and lets him inside
Lets him inside, lets him inside...

And she says Mary, Mary, how’s your maple grow?
With every little knock, at 20p a throw.
Mary, Mary, have I got far to go?
Just let it tell your story, blow by blow.

The world
Spins her luck into gold
And her story is told
In a sentence that’s not her own

She 
Hides her thoughts up her sleeve
And her maple has grown
And her sandals are growing cold

Her man
Holds escape in his hand
Drapes her branches with love 
He is somewhere she once belonged

She 
Hides her body in shame
And her teardrops in song
Closes up and keeps him outside
Keeps him outside, keeps him outside...

And she says Mary, Mary, how’s your maple grow?
With every little knock, at 20p a throw.
Mary, Mary, have I got far to go?
Just let it tell your story, blow by blow
Blow by blow, blow baby blow

And they say care a little less
Lie a little more
Wear a little less
Just a little that’s all
Think a little less
Buy a little more
Blink a little less
Just a little that’s all...

But Mary, Mary, how’s your maple grow?
With every little knock, at 20p a throw.
Mary, Mary, have I got far to go?
Just let it tell your story, blow by blow.