Hermits Herman's - I'm Henry The Eighth I Am lyrics

She speaks with the voice of an angel she smiles a heavenly smile

Soft as the warm winds of April and pure as the heart of child

But that's just one of the moods of Mary one of her faces that I see

I know about the moods of Mary cause one of her moods is me

Mary will lie and decive me she can be fickle and cold

She'll offer her lips just to tease me and then give me heartaches untold

But that's just one of the moods of Mary part of her personality

I don't mind the moods of Mary when Mary's in the mood for me

Mary can change like the seasons she can be tender and kind

Then she hurts me without any reason and drives me out of my mind

But I can live with the moods of Mary if that's the way it has to be

I forget the other moods of Mary when Mary's in the mood for me