Every times I think
That I m the only one
Who s lonley someone calls on me
And every now and then I spend
My time at rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me

And then along comes Mary Mary Mary
And does she want to give me kicks
And be steady my chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather
Tails from all the fails
And tribulations no one ever sees
When we met
I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire
In the eyes of chicks
Whose sickness is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played
And neighbor folks make jokes
As who is most to blame today

And does she want to set them free
And let them see reality
Reality from where she got her name
And will they struggle much
When told that such a tender touch of hers
Will make them not the same

When we met
I was sure out to lunch
Now empty my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

And when the morning of warning passed
The gassed and flacid kids are
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung
And hung upon the scars

And does she want to see the strains
The dead remains of all the pains
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes
Reflect the lies
And make them realize their urgent cry
For sight no more
When we met
I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

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