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
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 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
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 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
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 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