She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee
Her dress has got a tear
She waltzes on her way to mass
And whistles on the stair
And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair
I ve even heard her singing in the abbey
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She s always late for chapel
But her penitence is real
She s always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Maria s not an asset to the abbey
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I d like to say a word in her behalf
Maria makes me laugh
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How do you solve a problem like Maria
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down
How do you find a word that means Maria
A flibbertigibbet, a will-o -the-wisp, a clown
Many a thing you know you d like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand
Oh how do you solve a problem like Maria
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand
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When I m with her I m confused
Out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
Unpredictable as weather
She s as flighty as a feather
She s a darling
She s a demon
She s a lamb
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She d outpester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
She can throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
She is gentle, she is wild
She s a riddle, she s a child
She s a headache
She s an angel
She s a girl
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