Along Comes Mary

(Am)Ev'ry time I think that I'm the (D)only one who's lonely,

(Am7)someone calls on (D)me.

and when And (Am)ev'ry now and then I spend my (D)time in rhyme and verse and curse those (Am7)faults in me.

(D)And then (E)along comes (A)(E7)Mary.

(A)And does she (E)want to give me kicks,

(A)and be my steady (E7)chick and give me (A)pick of (E)memories?

(B)Or maybe (E)rather gather tales (B)of all the (E)fails and (B)tribulations (E)no one ever (F#m)sees.

no more?

(A7)When we (Dm)met I was (Em7)sure out (F)to lunch.

Now my empty (Dm)cup tastes as (D)sweet as the punch.

(Am7)When vague de (Am)sire ing is the fire ing's in the (D)eyes of chicks whose sickness is the (Am7)games they (D)play,

The psy the (Am)masquerade is played,

the neighbor (D)folks make jokes at who is most to (Am7)blame today.

(D)And then (E)along comes (A)Mary.

(A)And does she (E)want to set them free,

(A)and let them see (E7)reality from (A)where she got her (E)name?

(B)Then will they (E)struggle much when told (B)that such a (E)tender touch as (B)hers will (E)make them not the (F#m)same?

no more?

(A7)When we (Dm)met I was (Em7)sure out (F)to lunch.

Now my empty (Dm)cup tastes as (D)sweet as the punch.

(Am7)When vague (Am)(D)(Am)(Bm)(Am)(Bm)deAnd when the

(Am)Sweet as the punch.

Sweet as the punch.

Sweet as the punch.

Sweet as the punch.