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Maria
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She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee
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Her dress has got a tear
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She waltzes on her way to mass
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And whistles on the stair
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And underneath her wimple she has curlers in her hair
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I even heard her singing in the abbey
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She's always late for chapel but her penitence is real
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She's always late for everything except for every meal
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I hate to have to say it but I very firmly feel
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Maria's not an asset to the abbey
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I like to say a word in her behalf
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Maria makes me laugh
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chorus
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How do you solve a problem like Maria
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How do you catch a cloud and pin it down
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How do you find a word that means Maria
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A flibbertijibbet, a will o the wisp, a clown
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Many of things you know you'd like to tell her
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Many of things she ought to understand
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But how do you make her stay
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And listen to all you say
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How do you keep a wave upon the sand
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Oh how do you solve a problem like Maria
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How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand
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When I'm with her I'm confused, out of focus and bemused
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And I never know exactly where I am
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Unpredictable as wheather
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She's as flighty as a feather
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She's a darling, she's a demon, she's a lamb
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She'd outpester any pest
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Drive a hornet from its nest
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She can throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
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She is gentle, she is wild
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She's a riddle, she's a child
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She's a headache, she's an angel
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She's a girl
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Repeat chorus
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Maria
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