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, Mary, Mary.
Then along comes Mary, Mary, Mary.
And does she want to 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 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, Mary, Mary.
Then along comes Mary, Mary, Mary.
And does she want to 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…
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 have all been sung and hung upon the scars.
And then along comes Mary, Mary, Mary.
Then along comes Mary, Mary, Mary.
And does she want to see the stains the dead remains 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.
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…