Mary
If you talk to Mary
Please don't look at me 'cause she's never seen me before
Don't call attention to the
Man outside of me 'cause she can cut my head off with the blinking of her eye
And I'm not supposed to be here and I'm too young to die
See, she carries my confusion in the pocket of her jeans
Bouncing like a pinball, in between extremes
I'm not surprised, this happens all the time
My hand lights her cigarette inside my mind
And she's never seen me before
So if you talk to Mary
Please don't mention me 'cause she's never seen me before
Just let me hide behind the smoke and the pleasantries
'Cause I do my best work with the mannequin brigade
I just peek around the statues spitting art and foreign trade
And he looks a hole right through me to a shadow on the wall
'Till I'm sick of my surroundings while I'm not here at all
I'm not surprised, this happens all the time
My hand lights her cigarette inside my mind
And she's never seen me before
Warhol monotone, robotic talk, we're all so smart, we're so perceptive
But her mouth doesn't move, except to smile to be polite, to be receptive
She burns me with a glance, I look away
I'm safely cool, I'm so deceptive
I'd give my right arm for a different situation
I look 'round, I see everybody watching me
I set myself up for this stupid situation
So if you talk to Mary
Please don't look at me 'cause she's never seen me before
Don't call attention to the
Man outside of me 'cause she can cut my head off with the blinking of her eye
And I'm not supposed to be here and I'm too young to die
See, she carries my confusion in the pocket of her jeans
Bouncing like a pinball, in between extremes
I'm not surprised, this happens all the time
My hand lights her cigarette inside my mind
And she's never seen me before
