Mary, Mary Quite Contrary (Vol 1) lyrics

by

Mother Goose Club


Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and c*ckleshells
And pretty maids all in a row
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net