Here’s a little story bout a girl named Mary
Girl never wanted to hurt a fly
So innocent you could call it scary
Wonder how she managed to get by
See, Mary had a job at the coffee shop
She mixed and poured till she couldn’t no more
Everyday, she’d mix and mop
And at the end of the day, same man at the door
This man, she thought, had a thing for her
He’d order the same thing every time
Till she noticed a pattern- “Oh, hello, sir-
“Here’s your change, a nickel and dime”
She knew what he’d pay her and she knew the change
He wasn’t much of a creative guy
Then one day, he did something strange
Pulled out his gun and she started to cry
Criminal charges were the least of concerns
She knew what to do as she stared through her tears
She’d hear the verdict ‘fore the court was adjourned
But she kicked him hard, tried to face her fears
Let’s just say she had the moves
Lucky for her, she’d watched kung-fu
On her tv screen flipping through the channels
She did her best; she didn’t know how to
Eventually she’d hit the pressure points
Especially the ones up and down his spine
He didn’t think she’d be one to disappoint
From down on the floor, she looked mighty fine
This man, his name was all over the news
Brandon M. Jenson; his family had the blues
But what they didn’t show was the bloody and bruised
Photo of him when she was through
At the end of the struggle, when she’d stopped
Punching and kicking, she noticed the gun
Twist of the wrist, snap of the finger
Just one bullet and he was done
You surely won’t believe it bout this girl named Mary
Girl never wanted to hurt a fly
Almost so innocent that you could call it scary
But it’s no wonder how she managed to get by.
