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She got the smile of an angelBut paves where they fear to treadAnd if you're going to Tin LizzyWell, darling, you're better off dead.A little tired of the averageThings that sweet little girls are aboutSlugs and snails and puppy dog tailsWatch out, babe, there's murders about.Sweet Mary BellYou know that II'll never tell on youI'll never tell...She likes her men to be baldyAnd under three years of ageShe likes her scissors a little bloodstainedAnd her friends with a hint of rage.Sweet Mary BellYou know that II'll never tell on youI'll never tell...And the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelledLetras de cancionesAnd the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelledAnd the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelledAnd the bitches in the village, they screamed and they yelled:You're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary BellYou're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary BellYou're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary BellYou're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed.Oh, Mary...And the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelledAnd the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelledAnd the witches in the village, they screamed and they yelledAnd the bitches in the village, they screamed and they yelled:You're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary BellYou're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary BellYou're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed, Mary BellYou're a bad seed, a bad seed, a bad seed...Sweet Mary BellYou know that II'll never tell on you. From Letras Mania