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1. GEvery times I think that I'm the Donly one who's lonely,
someone Dcalls on Cme.
GAnd every now and then I spend my Dtime at rhyme and verse and curse
those Dfaults in Cme.
And then Galong comes Mary. BbMary Mary. Then Galong comes Mary. BMary Mary.
And does she Gwant to give me Dkicks and be my Dsteady chick
and Cgive me pick of Gmemories. Bb
Or maybe Grather gather Dtales from all the Dfails
and tribuClations no one Gever sees. Bb
DWhen we Dmet I was sure out Dto Clunch.
Now my empDty Gcup tastes as sweet Das the Dpunch. Sweet as the Gpunch.
2. GWhen vague desire is the fire in Dthe eyes of chicks whose sickness
is the Dgames they Cplay.
GAnd when the masquerade is played and Dneighbor folks make jokes as who
is Dmost to blame Ctoday.
And then Galong comes Mary. BbMary Mary. Then Galong comes Mary. BMary Mary.
And does she Gwant to set them Dfree and let them Dsee reality
from Cwhere she Ggot her name.Bb
And will Gthey struggle Dmuch when told thatD such a tender touch of hers
Will make Cthem not the Gsame. Bb
DWhen we Dmet I was sure out Dto Clunch.
Now my empDty Gcup tastes as sweet Das the Dpunch. Sweet as the Gpunch.
3. GAnd when the morning of warnings Dpassed the gassed and flacid kids
are flung Dacross the Cstars.
GThe psychodramas and the traumas gone, Dthe songs are left unsung and
hung uDpon the scCars.
And then Galong comes Mary. BbMary Mary. Then Galong comes Mary. BMary Mary.
And does Gshe want to see thBbe strains the deGad remains of all Bthe pains
She Cleft the night Gbefore. Bb
Or will Gtheir waking Deyes reflect the Dlies
and make Cthem realize their Gurgent cry Bb for sight no more.
DWhen we Dmet I was sure out Dto Clunch.
Now my empDty Gcup tastes as sweet Das the Dpunch. Sweet as the Gpunch.
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