Mary Moore

Mary Moore was a woman, didn't talk a lot

Old Victorian manners kept her that way

Under a stone, she kept all her secrets away

Some day

Mary Moore, won't you dance with me?

Old Victorian manners keep you that way

No, she didn't talk a lot to me

Mary Moore, can't you see

In ten years, you'll be smoking cigarettes

All the ladies will be smoking themselves to death

It won't matter you think is right or wrong

Oh, the times are moving quickly, it won't be long

It won't matter you think is right or wrong

'Till you're free, 'till you're free, 'till you're free, 'till you're free

'Till you're free, 'till you're free, 'till you're free, 'till you're free

Mary Moore was woman, didn't talk a lot

Old Victorian manners kept her that way

Under a stone