Donna Summer — Virgin Mary

Look at the lady with the crazy stare in her eyes Looks way past fifty though she's barely thirty-five Sleeps most days in the city park Every night down at Casey's bar And if she talks at all you'll hear her say "I was a lovely girl in my younger days" She was the prettiest girl this town had ever seen But she dresses too gaudy for the likes of the people here Out every night living life to the full A string of men at her beck and call But small-town people got small-town ways And soon shе was stuck with a brand new name Hey Virgin Mary-lovеr of lovers Hey Virgin Mary-how many others Hey Virgin Mary-your bed is never empty Hey Virgin Mary-it must bring you plenty Oh that fateful night there was thunder in the air The women were angry and the men felt like a share A lynch mob frenzy came over the town Grabbed hold of Mary, threw her down to the ground The first man there that had Mary laid Staggered back with shock on his face Hey Virgin Mary-you're true to your name Hey Virgin Mary-we've put you to shame Hey Virgin Mary-you're not what we thought Hey Virgin Mary-the victim of talk Hey Virgin Mary, Hey Virgin Mary-rumour was your ruin Hey Virgin Mary-evil talk was your undoing Hey Virgin Mary-heavy on the conscience Hey Virgin Mary-jealous talk and nonsense Hey Virgin Mary-you were really like your name Hey Virgin Mary-and we put you to shame Hey Virgin Mary-you're not really what we thought Hey Virgin Mary-jealous talk and nonsense