Mary heard boys talking in voices low
Said she weren’t no spring chicken
Like she didn’t already know
So she called up jack from a few years back
She turned him down once in his one room shack
She said now baby, you don’t look that bad
Spivy leaks was a drip of a man
He looked like a potato shoved into jeans
He recollects it wasn’t that long ago
That he could walk by
Make the young girls scream
But he thought he’d just let it all slide
Let it all pass
Cuz he thought love was best on the run
He said now baby, it don’t seem that fun
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Bridge:
Hey there honeybee
Will you give me...sugar?
And if you shake real cute
I might give you some sugar
I was doin’ alright on my own
Now I might just take you home sugar
Sister mary used to be a nun
She thought that she’d retire and have her some fun
Mr. joe of the philadelphia joes
Well he walked in the post office one night
He said hey sweetheart, you know you look alright
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