No virgin me    For I have sinned    I sold my soul    For sex and gin    Go call a priest    All meek and mild    And tell him, 'Mary    Is no more a child.'       It's raining stones    It's raining bile    From the luxury    Of your denial    So I don't deny    I don't make do    I'll press alarms    Place bets on truth       I'm so up and down    And I love what's not allowed    I was lost, now I see:    And now I'm growing old    disgracefully       Whatever happened to Mary?       I'll spit on floors    And do more drugs    Burn every bill    Get drunk on love    Wear next to nothing    In the pouring rain    Be a bad example    And do it all again       I'll be uncareful    I'll cause such scenes    And I'll never talk    Of used-to-be's    Tattoo my face    I won't go grey    Be a dancing queen    I'm growing old disgracefully       I'm so up and down    And I love what's not allowed    I was lost, now I see:    And now I'm growing old    disgracefully       Whatever happened to Mary?       Mary, Mary    Quite contrary