Mary Was The Marrying Kind Kip Moore

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Jenny was the kind you'd call up late
For a date on Friday night
Didn't never matter how much I had to drink
She come and give me a ride

[Verse 2]
Yeah, Becky was a hell-raising, dart-throwing girl
That could match me beer for beer
Ally was a singer with stars in her eyes
And Mary was the marrying kind

[Verse 3]
Gretchen was a grad student working on her masters
A little too smart for me
Tammy was a teacher, her daddy was a preacher
Evil as a girl could be

[Verse 4]
Yeah, Megan was a millionaire, senator's daughter
My collar was too damn blue
Miss Virginia sure was fine
But Mary was the marrying kind

[Chorus]
Oh Mary, Mary
Couldn't see it at the time
Oh Mary, Mary
How could I've been so blind?