Along Comes Mary Paroles

And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales fromhe 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 neighbor 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 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
And when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassed and flaccid kids
Are flung across the staras
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars 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