Testo
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 in rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me
But 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
And able 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 realities
For which she got an A
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 warnings passed
And the acid plastic kids are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the change
And give me names of all the pains
She's dealt with night before
Or will her waking eyes reflect the lies
That make them realize
Their urgent cry for sight for more
When we met, I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
