It's Mary that now comes to my side She smiles at me then she says she's fine. You drive let's go check out things around? There's a bunch of things to do in this town. Turn on the radio hit the road Easy! your caravan is old We finally park at the Kendall square In her pocket there's a lighter for a cigarette And I start to think she's not that fine Mary, is hiding what she feels, as it seems 1) Yeah! She keeps her secrets in a shell Where no one can find them Mary is more beautiful than she thinks I'll try to describe how she is: She keeps her mind quite pure and broad and she tells me things I never thought I love all the poems she has made innocent but sharp as a blade behind the lines: a secret, a message I still keep trying but I can't get it Ain't got no clue 'bout her frown repeat 1 So Mary still thinks that I'm a fool She keeps saying life can't make me feel blue. But I can tell from the faces I've seen Not every person here fits in. (Let us) finish it here and go home