Along Comes Mary - Manhattan Transfer

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 in rhyme and verse

And curse those faults in me

And then along comes 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

When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks

Whose sickness is the games they play

And when the masquerade is played the 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 as 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 stars

The psychodramas and the traumas gone

The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars

And then along comes Mary

And does she want to see the stains

The dead remains of all the pains she left the night before

Or will their waking 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 (Sweet as the punch)

Sweet as the punch (Sweet as the punch)

Sweet as the punch (Sweet as the punch)

Sweet as the punch