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 . . . .
