contrary

And Daddy's hooked on Mary two doors down

Mary, Mary quite contrary

We get bored, so we get married

That's the way it should be

Not contrary, stop tearing down each other

Only Rasta free the people

Soon we'll find out who is the real revolutionary

'Cause I don't want my people to be contrary

And, brother, you're right, you're right

What we've become

Is contrary to what we've want

Take a bow

The shit's so deep, you can't run away

I beg to differ, on the contrary

I agree with every word that you say

Who really and truly knows

Contrary to rumor

Gigolos get lonely too

Of a mircale too good to be true

All I know is that sometimes the truth is contrary

Everything in life you thought you knew

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Mary Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

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Mary, Mary quite contrary, this is Jamie Brown from Sister To Sister,

Girl I just heard the record, I loved it, I wanna see you,

I saw the devil

The contrary man

I saw the devil down the long, long road

Hiding behind my ego, evil but no

Much the contrary, I'm very much certain

You searchin for joy, it's on the other side of hurtin'

Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary

Quite contrary [Incomprehensible]

Oh, every time I think about that girl

Someone, anyone give me candy

Mary Mary quite contrary

You're are going to cut it

we harm those whom we adore

and contrary to all good intentions

we suffocate them in an alarming embrace

Isn't cops and robbers gettin' to be a big bore

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, close the door now, it's much too scary

And you might see something you wish you hadn't seen

Soon we'll find out who is the real revolutionaries, yes

I don't want my people to be contrary

And, brother, you're right, you're right

You'll come in a sweetheart and you'll go out a stranger

Well you try to love her but she's so contrary

Like a chainsaw running through a dictionary

Mary, oh Mary, so quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

Well I knew I'd said my last goodbye

And now my life seems so contrary

As the stars fill the evening sky

May it always feel compassion - may it beat as one with God's

May it never be contrary - may it never be at odds

May it always be forgiving - may it never know conceit

I would rather be buried in some cypress grove

Then have a contrary woman, Lord, that I can't control

When your kneebone get shaky, honey, and your blood run cold

Mother mary

Quite contrary

I did not mean to let you go

Let me show you how to walk the dog

Mary Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow