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She climbs a tree, and scrapes her knee |
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Her dress has got a tear |
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She waltzes on her way to mass |
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And whistles on the stair |
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And underneath her wimple |
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She has curlers in her hair |
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I've even heard her singing in the abbey |
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She's always late for chapel |
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But her penitence is real |
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She's always late for everything |
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Except for every meal |
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I hate to have to say it |
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But I very firmly feel |
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Maria's not an asset to the abbey |
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I'd like to say a word in her behalf: |
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Maria makes me laugh |
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How do you solve a problem like Maria? |
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How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? |
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How do you find a word that means Maria? |
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A flibbertigibbet? |
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A will-o'-the-wisp? |
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A clown |
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Many a-thing you know you'd like tell her |
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Many a-thing she ought to understand |
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But how do you make her stay |
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And listen to all you say? |
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How do you keep a wave upon the sand? |
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Oh how do you solve a problem like Maria? |
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How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand? |
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When I'm with her I'm confused |
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Out of focus and bemused |
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And I never know exactly where I am |
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Unpredictable as weather |
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She's as flighty as a feather |
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She's a darling |
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She's a demon |
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She's a lamb |
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She'd out pester any pest |
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Drive a hornet from its nest |
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She can throw a whirling dervish out of whirl |
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She is gentle, she is wild |
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She's a riddle, she's a child |
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She's a headache |
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She's an angel |
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She's a girl |
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How do you solve a problem like Maria? |
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How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? |
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How do you find a word that means Maria? |
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A flibbertigibbet? |
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A will-o'-the-wisp? |
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A clown |
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Many a-thing you know you'd like to tell her |
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Many a-thing she ought to understand |
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But how do you make her stay |
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And listen to all you say? |
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How do you keep a wave upon the sand? |
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Oh how do you solve a problem like Maria? |
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How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand? |
