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
IN RHYME AND VERSE
AND CURSE THOSE FAULTS IN ME
AND 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 THE GAMES THEY PLAY
AND WHEN THE MASQUERADE
IS PLAYED THE NEIGHBOUR FOLKS
MAKE JOKES AT WHO IS
MOST TO BLAME TODAY
AND THEN ALONG COMES MARY
AND DOES SHE WANNA SET 'EM
FREE AND LET 'EM SEE REALITY
FROM WHERE SHE GOT HER NAME
AND WILL THEY STRUGGLE MUCH
WHEN TOLD THAT SUCH
A TENDER TOUCH AS 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
WAP-DOO-WAH...
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 WANNA 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 REALISE 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