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
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
Comes along, oh here she comes
Oh Mary comes along, along she comes
So here she comes along, oh here she comes
Oh Mary comes along, along she comes
Sweet as the punch, sweet as the punch
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
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...
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
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
Comes along, oh here she comes
Oh Mary comes along, along she comes
So here she comes along, oh here she comes
Oh Mary comes along, along she comes
Sweet as the punch, sweet as the punch
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
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...