Paroles
There I was in a room with all the jokers
Student men and lovers all around
Everybody had their lyrics
Rendered words like critics often do
And there she was
A queen made out of magazines
A television made model and I
Felt sorry when you smiled at me
While gentlemen did serve you well
With all the things they had to sell
But I could love you
In the summer when you smile
I could hold you
In the fall when you feel low
I would find you
Whenever you are lost
Oh my sweet Mary
Oh my sweet Mary
Won't you come along and see?
Now you might think I'm young
But I wouldn't do you wrong, that's just a fact
And I might be from a different class
But not the kind that wouldn't treat you right
And I'm sure as hell not made of money
But I will call you honey underneath the stars
And I'll sing it and I'll mean it
I'll live it and I'll breathe it just for you
Cause I could love you
In the summer when you smile
I could hold you
In the fall when you feel low
I would find you
Whenever you are lost
Oh my sweet Mary
And you, you had me all at once
With your lovely smile and charms
And you, I would treat you like a queen
This ain't a trick, this ain't a cheat or scheme
Cause I could love you
In the summer when you smile
I could hold you
In the fall when you feel low
I would find you
Whenever you are lost
Oh my sweet Mary
I could love you
In the summer when you smile
And I could hold you
In the fall when you feel low
I would find you
Whenever you are lost
Oh my sweet Mary
Oh my sweet Mary
Won't you come along with me?