Mary Cookins

So if I told you about every text that I've had to rewrite A novel in notes then narrowed down less insane sounding Mary Poppins, say what's poppin', tell me your hard times Money problems, sad and probably wasted from last night Take me in your arms or watch me perish in real time I'm yours in the nighttime And I see all colors grey and I'll never give myself away Oh, it's so obvious in that way I don't care about a thing Mary Poppins, say what's poppin', tell me your hard times Money problems, sad and probably wasted from last night Take me in your arms or watch me perish in real time I'm yours in the nighttime I don't care about anything Or do I care about everything