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
    And then along comes 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
    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 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
    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
  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
  Sweet as the punch
  Sweet as the punch
  Sweet as the punch