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, 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