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 thoughts in me
And then along comes Mary
And does she wanna give me kicks, be my steady chick
And give me fitful memories?
Or maybe rather gather tales from our trials 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 those games they play
And when the masquerade is played and the folks
Make jokes at who is most to blame today
And then along comes Mary
And does she wanna set them free, let them see reality
From when 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 passed, the gassed and flaccid kids
Are flung across the stairs
The psychodramas and the dramas gone
Those songs are left unsung and hung upon the stars
And then along comes Mary
And does she wanna see the stains, the dead remains
Of all the pains she left the night before?
Will their waking eyes, reflect the lies, 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)
Sweet as the punch (sweet as the punch)
Sweet as the punch