Oh, Maria

Maria
I think you had to know
That I'd do anything to make you not go
I cut my hair
A whole lot today
I found your head
And you told me that you were so far away

One and one is one
Not two
They pulled my teeth out of my head just for you
They said it was a joke you'd get
But how was I to know you'd get so upset?

How could you go?
You've got your plane for Saturday
Oh Maria don't you know that there's another way?
You've got to lie
Just tell them you died
They don't know that one yet
So many times I've tried.