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 Every time I think that I'm the only one who's 
 Someone calls on 
 And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme  verse
 And curse those faults  me
 
 And then  comes Mary
 And does she want to give me kicks , and be my  chick
 And give me pick  memories
 Or maybe rather gather tales of all  fails and tribulations
 No one  sees
 
  we met I was sure out to lunch
 Now my empty  tastes as sweet as the punch
 
 When vague desire is the fire in the  of chicks
 Whose sickness is  games they play
 And when the masquerade is played  neighbor folks make jokes
 As  is most to blame today
 
 And then along  Mary
 And does she want to set them free, and let them see 
 From  she got her name
 And  they struggle much when told that such a tender touch as hers
 Will make  not the same
 
 When we met I  sure out to lunch
 Now  empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
 
 And when the morning of  warning's passed, the gassed
 And flaccid kids are  across the stars
  psychodramas and the traumas gone
 The  are left unsung and hung upon the scars
 
 And then along comes 
 And does she  to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains
 She left  night before
 Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies, and make 
 Realize their urgent  for sight no more
 
 When we met I was sure out  lunch
  my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch