Song parody of
Mary Ann Lost Her Baby
by Enuff Z'nuff
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Mary Anne Lost Her Baby Sitting in a room,
Waiting there they call your name
Into another room,
Where they tell you there's no pain,
Well you might not feel it now,
You're just simplifying things,
Got out of hand somehow,
Until the matter rings, it rings.
It's gone, it's gone.
Mary Anne lost her baby
And now it drives her crazy.
Since Mary Anne lost her baby,
Her whole world has gone crazy.
Walking through the store,
See the aisle, the nursery care
Could trigger off the horror
Of a life that once was there.
You don't know what it means.
Responsibilities.
Remove them with machines.
Until once again your free,
You're free.
It's gone, it's gone
Repeat Chorus.
Questions in her head,
As the forties pass her by,
And there's still no one in bed,
Just a big, fat, lonely why.
Spending life alone
When you could have had the joys
That make you carry on.
Now the furnished party toy in life
Is gone, yeah it's gone.
Mary Anne Lost Her Baby Sitting in a room,
Waiting there they call your name
Into another room,
Where they tell you there's no pain,
Well you might not feel it now,
You're just simplifying things,
Got out of hand somehow,
Until the matter rings, it rings.
It's gone, it's gone.
Mary Anne lost her baby
And now it drives her crazy.
Since Mary Anne lost her baby,
Her whole world has gone crazy.
Walking through the store,
See the aisle, the nursery care
Could trigger off the horror
Of a life that once was there.
You don't know what it means.
Responsibilities.
Remove them with machines.
Until once again your free,
You're free.
It's gone, it's gone
Repeat Chorus.
Questions in her head,
As the forties pass her by,
And there's still no one in bed,
Just a big, fat, lonely why.
Spending life alone
When you could have had the joys
That make you carry on.
Now the furnished party toy in life
Is gone, yeah it's gone.
