Текст песни Chumbawamba — Mary, Mary

Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
No virgin me for I have sinned
I sold my soul for sex 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 truth
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
I'll spit on floors, and do more drugs
Burn every bill, get drunk 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 gray
Be a dancing queen, I'm growing old disgracefully
What ever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to
Mary, Mary, Mary, quite contrary