There was a girl named Marie
Oh she loved to dance
When she went out
All the boys wanted her
She would glide
From side to side
Never a care not one
Then one day a boy
Started poking fun
Well she danced and danced
But then found she grew tired
All that poking it seems
Gave here a spare tire
Well soon the tire was gone
and little Mary took on
The dancing for her mom
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