No virgin me for I have sinned
I sold my soul for  and gin
Go call a priest, all meek and mild
And tell him, "Mary is no more a child."

It's raining stones, it's raining bile
From the luxury of your denial
So I don't deny, I don't make do
I'll press alarms, place bets on [bad word] 
I'm so up and down and I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now I'm growing old disgracefully

Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?

I'll spit on floors and do more [bad word] Burn every bill, get [bad word] on love
Wear next to nothing in the pouring rain
Be a bad example and do it all again

I'll be uncareful, I'll cause such scenes
And I'll never talk of used-to-be's
Tattoo my face, I won't go grey
Be a dancing queen, I'm growing old disgracefully

I'm so up and down and I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now I'm growing old disgracefully

Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?

Mary, Mary
Quite contrary