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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] Mary
 And does she want to set them free and 
 Let them see reality
 From where she got her name
 And will they [bad word] 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 stars
 The psychodramas and the traumas gone 
 The songs have all been sung
 And hung upon the scars