She got the smile of an angel
But paves where they fear to tread
And if you're going to Tin Lizzy
Well, darling, you're better off dead.

A little tired of the average
Things that sweet little girls are about
Slugs and snails and puppy dog tails
Watch out, babe, there's murders about.

Sweet Mary Bell
You know that I
I'll never tell on you
I'll never tell...

She likes her men to be baldy
And under three years of age
She likes her scissors a little bloodstained
And her friends with a hint of rage.

Sweet Mary Bell
You know that I
I'll never tell on you
I'll never tell...

And the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelled
And the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelled
And the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelled
And the bitches in the village, they screamed and they yelled:

You're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary Bell
You're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary Bell
You're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary Bell
You're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed.

Oh, Mary...

And the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelled
And the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelled
And the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelled
And the bitches in the village, they screamed and they yelled:

You're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary Bell
You're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary Bell
You're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary Bell
You're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed...

Sweet Mary Bell
You know that I
I'll never tell on you.


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