Well, she drives me crazy, the way she walks
Through corridors, not allowed to talk
And she likes it dirty, as I found out yesterday
Up against the wall, then I made her crawl
Coming while I said, "Mary, Mary"
Bride of Christ, you bride of Christ
You're doing the devil on the side
And she drives me crazy, the way she talks
Tied to her bed, upon a rose of thorns
I speak to her with tongues and she comes like yesterday
Ah, wail Mary; say your grace
I'll sit upon your face, "Mary, Mary"
Bride of Christ, you bride of Christ
You're doing the devil on the side