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

Mary, Mary

Then along comes Mary

Mary, Mary

And does she wanna 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

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 then along comes Mary

Mary, Mary

Then along comes Mary

Mary, Mary

And does she wanna 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

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 are left unsung and hung upon the scars

And then along comes Mary

Mary, Mary

Then along comes Mary

Mary, Mary

And does she wanna see the stains the dead remains

Of all the pains she left the night before?

Or will their wakin' 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

♪

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

Sweet as the punch