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 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