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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 !!!