EVERYTIME 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 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 NEIGHBOR
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
OF HERS WILL MAKE
THEM NOT THE SAME
WHEN WE MET I WAS
SURE OUT TO LUNCH
NOW MY EMPTY CUP
TASTE AS SWEET
AS THE PUNCH
BOP DOO WAH
AND WHEN THE MORNING
OF THE WARNING
BLASTS THE GAS AND
FINDS THE KIDS ARE
FLUNG ACROSS
THE STARS
THE PSYCHODRAMAS
AND THE TRAUMAS
KNOWING THE SONGS
ARE UP IN THE SUN
AND HUNG UP ON
THE STARS
AND THEN ALONG
COMES MARY
AND DOES SHE WANNA
SEE THE STAINS
AND DIRTY RINGS OF
ALL THE PAIN 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