From the buckle to the hairpin,
From the slippers to the hat brim,
I am true Lady Charm,
Every man is disarmed –
Both the gray-haired stately
Lords in greatcoats clad,
And the freckled young lads…
When I waltz out to the crossing,
Stare the drivers, awed and glossy,
Oh, a hundred or more,
And the cars are honking:
“Beauty must be famed!
Lady, what is your name?!”
Mary, Lady Mary,
Mary, Lady Mary,
You are pure perfection,
You are pure perfection,
Every smile and action –
No praise goes too far;
Oh, it’s beyond satisfaction,
So beyond satisfaction
Knowing I am perfection,
Knowing I am a star!
Mary, Lady Mary,
Mary, Lady Mary,
Mary!
Who can cure any ailment
Better than a pill or tablet? –
With no wiles or tricks
Save you from being sick
Surer than a doctor…
In the fall or spring,
With a smile that sings!
Children age, it’s only truthful,
Only I am ever youthful,
Years fly, years whirl,
You’ll remember that girl,
Dreaming of a meeting…
Let those years go by –
Can’t forget, don’t you try!
Refrain