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Every times I think

That I m the only one

Who s lonley 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

And does she want to give me kicks

And be steady my chick

And give me pick of memories

Or maybe rather gather

Tails 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 the games they play

And when the masquerade is played

And neighbor folks make jokes

As who is most to blame today



And does she want to set them free

And let them see reality

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 empty my empty cup

Tastes as sweet as the punch

Sweet as the punch



And when the morning of warning passed

The gassed and flacid kids are

The psychodramas and the traumas gone

The songs are left unsung

And hung upon the scars



And does she want to see the strains

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

Every times I think

That I m the only one

Who s lonley 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

And does she want to give me kicks

And be steady my chick

And give me pick of memories

Or maybe rather gather

Tails 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 the games they play

And when the masquerade is played

And neighbor folks make jokes

As who is most to blame today



And does she want to set them free

And let them see reality

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 empty my empty cup

Tastes as sweet as the punch

Sweet as the punch



And when the morning of warning passed

The gassed and flacid kids are

The psychodramas and the traumas gone

The songs are left unsung

And hung upon the scars



And does she want to see the strains

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

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