Мамочка, мама, прости, дорогая, Что дочку-воровку на свет родила! С вором ходила, вора любила. Он воровал, воровала и я. С вором ходила, вора любила
hear her! Mother Mary, she don't talk to me Mother Mary, she don't talk to me "Give her my apologies" "And tell her not to cry" Mother Maria I holler
Moms are special people They hug you all the time They help you do a lot of things You might be scared to try They take us to the playground The movies
education, hard to understand Will the teenage legend make a mark on you? Make the big time status, a pen will let him through Mother Mary would you
Mother Mary (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) Mother Mary close enough to dying Knows what she wants And still keeps on
The Reverend Mother went and got me a drink She came back and said to me "Well, what do you think?" I said, "I've made myself a fool For the prettiest
The Reverend Mother went and got me a drink She came back and said to me "Well what do you think" I said "I've made myself a fool For the naughtiest girl
my life, everything's been after me All my life, I just refused to see Take me in from the storm Come and rescue me, under the wings Of Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
here Oh Mother Mary, take my hand I'll be a saint, I'll be your man I'll do most anything 'cause I don't care Oh Mother Mary, take my hand Take a ride
Bird's have their nests, and foxes have their holes I have no place to lay my head Been 40 days tempted by the devil Like a reed shaking in the wind Wheels
we're lucky We're coming back I would never decide I would never decide Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary
People talking sound like dogs Barking through the trees Making no sense at all Meaning nothing to me Mother Mary quite contrary I did not mean to let
Mother Mary, your hold on me Denies my feelings From those who can see Your sacred wisdom can caress my soul Confused and forsaken By what I've been
Where will I be The day I need you for my own Who will I be When I can't reach you on the phone Will I still be the same Will I still feel this pain
Well mom, you know I love you. You mean so much to me. I love the sense of style you got from Oprah on TV. I love the way you've don't the house, the
I hired the band, you planned the buffet line The food and the music would be grand You fought with our daughter Over what color oughta be featured in