Along Comes Mary (2) Tabs
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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 is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played and neighbour folks make jokes as 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 are left unsung 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 pains she left the night before?
Or will their wakin' 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
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 is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played and neighbour folks make jokes as 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 are left unsung 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 pains she left the night before?
Or will their wakin' 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