Along Comes Mary

Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely
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
And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales 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
When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks whose
sickness
Is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played the neighbor folks make
jokes
At who is most to blame today
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to set them free and let them see 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 my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
And when the morning of the warning's passed
the gassed and flaccid kids
Are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone the songs have all
been sung
And hung upon the scars
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all
the pain
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
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch