No virgin me
   For I have sinned
   I sold my soul
   For sex and gin
   Go call a priest
   All meek and mild
   And tell him, "Mary
   Is no more a child."
  
   It's raining stones
   It's raining bile
   From the luxury
   Of your denial
   So I don't deny
   I don't make do
   I'll press alarms
   Place bets on truth
  
   I'm so up and down
   And I love what's not allowed
   I was lost, now I see:
   And now I'm growing old disgracefully
  
   Whatever happened to Mary?
  
   I'll spit on floors
   And do more drugs
   Burn every bill
   Get drunk on love
   Wear next to nothing
   In the pouring rain
   Be a bad example
   And do it all again
  
   I'll be uncareful
   I'll cause such scenes
   And I'll never talk
   Of used-to-be's
   Tattoo my face
   I won't go grey
   Be a dancing queen
   I'm growing old disgracefully
  
   I'm so up and down
   And I love what's not allowed
   I was lost, now I see:
   And now I'm growing old disgracefully
  
   Whatever happened to Mary?
  
   Mary, Mary
   Quite contrary