Rumors are flying
All over Galilee these days
And, Mary, I'm trying to be cool
When my friends walk by 'em
They cannot look at me in the eye
Baby, I'm trying
You're asking me to believe in too many things
You're asking me to believe in too many things
I know this child
Was sent here to heal our broken time
And some things are bigger than we know
When somehow you find out
That you lost a father to a god
Well, Mary, that's life
But you're asking me to believe in so many things
You're asking me to believe in so many things
Oh, Mary, is he mine?
(Mary, is he mine?)
Mary, is he mine?
(Mary, is he mine?)
Oh, Mary, is he mine?
(Mary, is he mine?)
Tell me, is he?
You're asking me to believe in too many things
You're asking me to believe in too many things
Now, Mary, he is mine
(Mary, he is mine)
Mary, he is mine
(Mary, is he mine?)
Yeah, Mary, he is mine
(Mary, he is mine)
You're asking me to believe in so many things
You're asking me to believe in so many things
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