.(John Durrill)
She combs through her silver hair>
With a brush that isn't there
As she looks into the mirror>
With the strangest stare
She smears her lipstick on
And rubs her tired eyes
Then she plays with her favorite dolly
And sings it a lullaby
Mary's goin' .
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔