time I
think that I'm the only one who's lonely,
someone calls on me
Every now and then
I spend my time at rhyme and verse
and curse those faults in me
And then along comes Mary
And then she wanna give me kicks
and be my steady chip
And give me fickle memories
Oh, baby runs, get on her tails
And chew her nails and never fails
But no one ever sees
When we met,
I was sure I had too much
Now my empty cup is as sweet
as the punch
My big desire is the fire
in the eyes of chicks
whose sicknesses are the games they play
And then the masqueraders played in the name of folks
may come to fool us who's to blame today
And then along comes Mary
And then she wanna set him free
and let him see reality
But where's she got her nose?
And then they snuggled up
and told her that the tender
touch of hers
Would make their life the same
Oh, me man, I'm sure I like to lunch
Now my empty cup is as sweet as the punch
And then the morning of the
warning cries the ghastly kids
who dug and hung across the stars
An d then the dramas and the charmers
come from miles around
But they're cutting off
at the cross too far
And then along comes Mary
And then she wanna
change and see remains
Of all the things she left the
night be fore
Oh, when her waking eyes reflect the lies
And make them realize the hurt
they often see no more
When we meet I'll be sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
is as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch