Poor Mary Lane - Moxy Fruvous

She lowered her head when they layed all the blame

The charge was clear

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane

And I've been her swordsman of national fame

Her knight so dear

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane

Trapped in her castle

In mourning and still a dreamer

What began as a hastle

If anything wouldn't seem her

I put on my head when they layed all the blame

I spoke in fear

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane

And I've been her swordsman of national fame

Her knight was here

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane

Then we were in college

And he was our prince of knowledge

For my love I would promise

To be her alibi and accomplace

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane

Social Professor didn't stop when he carressed her

He laughed in tears at their shame

And though she calculated

So it was premeditated

What could she do

We lowered our heads when they laid all the blame

Put her away

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane

And I though the plan would be clearing her name

We lost that day

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane

Lowered our heads when they layed all the blame

Put her away

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane

Poor Mary Lane Poor Mary Lane