Mean Mary

While I was deeply sleeping, something brushed my cheek
I looked up silently, afraid to speak
The ceiling far above me had a breach
And downward hung a rope—within my reach

My groggy mind said climb, so I climbed high
And through the breach I saw trees and sky
As I climbed into another place and time
I saw a man of beauty, saw a man, so sublime

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Outlined against the sun in silhouette
He made me wish the sun would never set
The clothes he barely wore showed off his tan
He wasn’t really dressed like Thor, but he was a warrior man
Oh, this must be Tarzan
Oh, Tarzan

He climbed a nearby tree, and I climbed too
As any sane, red-blooded girl would do
And when he swung away on a leafy vine
I used my rope and thought I did just fine

But my rope became a string and then a thread
I tumbled ever downward to my bed
The ceiling closed, the darkness closed around me
Leaving strange visions to confuse and confound me

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Though it seemed I had lost my man of brawn
In my heart I knew he wasn’t gone
For somehow, I had found a tiny thread
There among the covers of my bed

When night returns, my tiny thread of hope
Will turn into a string and then a rope

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I’ll call out to him in a primal scream
He is not a vision or dream
The clothes he barely wore, I could not ignore
How they showed off his tan
He wasn’t Thor, but I was for sure, he was a warrior man
Oh, this must be Tarzan — oh, Tarzan

music and lyrics by Mary James & Jean James