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Mary went to school in Amsterdam Now she thinks she's seen the world And she wants to be an actress, yes She thinks she'll make the Big Time (oh boy) Here we go again, it's Friday night She comes around itching for a fight You know you shouldn't take it personal But it's hard when she throws the book at you And every single time she cries it's clear In her voice, there's something queer Sooner or later, dear Something's surely going to have to change around here Chorus: Stop me, stop me, stop me Before I get creative Stop me, stop me, stop me Before I get creative Stop me, stop me, stop me Before I blow the damn thing Mary likes her coffee black and bitter Well, that's okay, but now she wants to sleep around And she still comes to you for comfort Letras de cancionesWhen she's down The stories that she tells, well, they don't help To make you feel one bit better about yourself And you know she doesn't mean it (she doesn't mean it) But then again, what does she mean? When every single song you've sung is wrong And you are forced to sing along To the radio, man, that plays the same damn song Year after year after year after year (oh my god now) Chorus Bridge: I never wanted more than this I never wanted more I thought that this was happiness Now, I'm not so sure Mary thinks of moving back to Amsterdam: "The people there are nicer, and the culture, it's oh so free." "But what about me?" You'd like to ask. Mary shrugs her shoulders, looks at the floor: ÕI'm sorry but I just don't Love you anymore." It's funny But it doesn't make you laugh. When every single thing that you do is wrong You just have to play along But even Superman, well, he ain't that strong Fighting kryptonite night after night. I'm fighting kryptonite night after night (all right) From Letras Mania