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 fromhe
fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
When we met I was sure out to lunch
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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 and 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
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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 staras
The
psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
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And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains, 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
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