She will kiss you till your lips bleed
But she will not take her dress off
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All the sailor boys have demons
They sing, Oh, Kentucky, why did you forsake me?
If I was meant to sail the sea why did you make me?
It should've been another state
Oh, stay...
'Cause Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Does it matter that our anchors
Couldn't even reach the bottom of a bath tub
And the sails reflect the moon
It's such a strange job
Playing blackjack on the deck
Still atop this giant puddle
Dressed in white, we quietly huddle
With our missiles
And we miss the girls back home
Oh, home sweet home
'Cause Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
She will kiss you till your lip bleeds
But she will not take her dress off
Americana
Tropicana
Americana
Tropicana
Americana
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