Lisa Loeb

Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary


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Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row


Writer/s: Lisa Loeb