Anything you wanna be
Is O.K., at least with me
'Cuz I hate to see you down
When the music stops
Mary go round . . . .
I can tell you what to do
If I ever find a clue
Sometimes lost just means not found
Now does that make sense ?
Mary go round . . . .
Doesn't it seem curious ?
Love can make you furious
But it's the brass ring
You want more than anything
Anything you wanna be
Is O.K., at least with me
Your philosophy is sound
Though it makes me sad . . . .
Mary go round
And round and round and round . . . .
