Every times I think that I’m the only one who’s lonley 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
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
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 does she want to set them free
And let them see reality
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 warnings passed the gassed and flacid kids are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone the songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
And does she want to see the strains
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
Sweet as the punch |
