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

But then Along Comes 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



When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks

whose sickness is in the games they play-

And when the masquerade is played and neighbor

folks make jokes about who is most to blame today

And the Along Comes Mary-and does she wanna

set them free

and make them see realities from which 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



(Breakdown)

Oh here she comes along - along she comes

Oh Mary comes along - oh here she comes

Ba ba ba - Ba ba ba

Sweet as the punch



Then 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 the Along Comes Mary - And does she wanna

see the stains-

the dead remains of all the pains she sent the night

before

Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies and make

them realize their urgent

cries 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 (sweet as the punch)