You are by me when I need you most, Mary with your heart of gold
I relish the calm touch of your hand, love how our conversations unfold
The gentle scent of your sweet perfume is the most pleasurable comfort to me
Alas, people look down their nose at you. They don’t think this can ever be
Mary with your reassuring eyes, a woman of the streets I know
But you are my rock, most reliable friend and how I care for you so.
Look at me I’m little more than a whore, with my funny streetwise ways
But Jesus how I adore you my dear, I could simply admire you for days
Alas my friend; I cannot tell you; for I know you do not feel the same
And if I were to trouble your head more; I’d only have myself to blame
You are above my social class and yes I know I’ve had too many men
I’ll sit stationary,admiring you from here as you trouble your head again.