Every time I think that i'm that only one who's lonely
someone calls on me
And every now and then I spend my time at rhyme an 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 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

When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks
who's 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
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,
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

And when the morning of the warnings past
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
And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains
of all the pains she left the night before
Or will her waking eyes, reflect the lies,
and make them realize
There 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....