Mary Jane oh you take the crowds away
With a circus mind
And a desire to be liked
Don't know where your heading
Wondering what your gonna pull next
Every time you see red
I see the fire growing in your eyes
I remember cigarette smoke
On our walk home
Throwing your three inch comb
And your fruity cloud
Your fruity cloud of residue
Why'd you tell me how to walk
When your eyes red
Yet thunderous
Looking like your giving up
Everyday is the same
But you talk like an angel
And you attract me
Mary Jane your walking home awful late
Telling me storys of how
We are coming of age
I want know why you've turned to the darkness
Your still looking sidewards
Can't find the door to your good part
Oh your good part
Why'd you tell me how to walk
When your eyes red
Yet thunderous
Looking like your giving up
Everyday is the same
But you talk like an angel
And you attract me
Talk like an angel and you attract me
You talk like an angel
But you attract me