The Card-Petula Clark

Father puts an ad on the personal page The print is black and clear Saying Mary please write Please don't drop out of site Mary, we love you dear Mary, we want you here Oh, Mary, why did you disappear? Mother sits at home by the telephone Her tears won't cease to flow Praying Mary will call But there's no call at all Mary, where did you go? That's all we want to know Oh, Mary, call us and say hello Meanwhile in the city Mary looks pretty eating an ice cream cone With her childhood past She's free at last And making it on her own Jimmy puts an ad on the personal page He can't believe they're through Darling, I was so blind But I'm changing my mind Mary I'll marry you Just like you want me to We'll do whatever you want to do When the ads are in and the type is set The printer makes a plate Then it goes off to press Will the ad bring success? Jimmy can hardly wait Mother is in a state They still don't know that it's much too late Mary, the escaper, picks up a paper Reads what the columns say Walking through a crowd she laughs out loud And tosses the sheet away (laughter)