[Verse 1: Timothy Showalter]
Lately he hasn't been listening to me
I guess he's a man and he's meant to leave
Well I'm standing here right next to me
I've got no God who's going to listen to me
What can I do, what can I do
So I pray the child's prayer I was taught
As a little kid, before my head was stretched
Before my mother died, before my brother died
Before the plague, ruined my life
I'm going to change my prayer
So Mary
Mary, Mary, Mary won't you marry me? (x2)
And me and you and Jesus could be a family
Mary, Mary, Mary, if you'd marry me
Me and Jesus could play and do childlike things
Mary, Mary, Mary, if you'd marry me?