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

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 whose sickness

Is the games they play

And when the masquerade is played the neighbor folks make jokes

At 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 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

And does she want to see the stains, 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

Sweet as the punch

Sweet as the punch

Sweet as the punch