Miss Mary Mack Lyrics – Liz Phair

Miss Mary Mack Lyrics by Liz Phair is the latest English song with music also given by Liz Phair.Miss Mary Mack song lyrics written by Liz Phair.

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Miss Mary Mack Song Details

Song: Miss Mary Mack
Singer: Liz Phair
Lyrics: Liz Phair
Music: Liz Phair

Miss Mary Mack Lyrics

Miss Mary Mack, Puerto Rican Black
Said that she’d do anything to get out of Jackson
She said Jackson
She asked her mother for twenty grand
Cause she said her rent had got out of hand
She said out of hand

She was so high
She touched the sky
She didn’t come down until she almost died
She didn’t come down until she almost died

And her mother said
“Mary, I can’t help more than I do
I don’t have enough love left for you”

Miss Mary Mack, about to crack
‘Cause she said her man hauled off, hauled off and smacked her
She said he smacked her
She asked her brother for twenty grand
‘Cause she said her debts had got out of hand
She said out of hand

She was so high
She touched the sky
She didn’t come down until she almost died
She didn’t come down until she almost died

And her brother said
“Mary, I can’t help more than I do
I don’t have enough money for you”

But Mary said
“Ticket to ride, white line highway
Tell all your friends that they could go my way
Ticket to ride, white line highway
Tell all your friends that they could go my way
Ticket to ride
They could go my way
Tell all your friends
Tell all your friends”

Miss Mary Mack, puerto Rican Black
Said that she was born down south, Mississippi Jack
She said Jack
Miss Mary Mack Puerto Rican Black
Said she’d probably die down south, Mississippi shack
She said shack

She was so high
She touched the sky
She didn’t come down until she almost died
She didn’t come down until she almost died

“Mary, I can’t help more than I do
I don’t have enough time left for you”

But Mary said
“Ticket to ride, white line highway
Tell all your friends that they could go my way
Ticket to ride, white line highway
Tell all your friends that they could go my way
Ticket to ride
They could go my way
Tell all your friends
Tell all your friends”

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons buttons
All down her back, back, back
She asked her mother, mother, mother
For fifty cents, cents, cents
To see the elephants, elephants, elephants, elephants, elephants
Jump over the fence, fence
They jumped so high, high, high
They touched the sky, sky, sky
They didn’t come Back back back
‘Till fourth of July, -ly, -ly
It was a lie, lie, lie
It was a lie

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