Tandyn Almer) 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 Or maybe rather gather tales fromhe fails and tribulations
And give me pick of memories
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 and neighbor folks make jokes At who is most to blame today
And then along comes Mary
And will they struggle much, when told that such a tender touch of hers
And does she want to set them free, and let them see reality
>From where she got her name
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 staras
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone She left the night before
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains
Their urgent cry for sight no more
Or will their waking eyes, reflect the lies, and make them realize When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch.
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