(Am)Ev ’ry time I think that I’m the on ly one who’s lone ly, some one calls

on (D)me.

and when And (Am)ev ’ry now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse and curse those faults

in me.

And then a (E)long comes (A)Mar y.

And does she (E)want to give me kicks, (A)and be my stead y (E7)chick and give me (A)pick of mem o (E)ries?

Or may be (E)rath er gath er tales of all the (E)fails and trib u (B)la tions (E)no one ev er (F#m)sees.

no more?

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

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

When vague de (Am)sire ing is the fire ing’s in the eyes of chicks whose sick ness is the games

they (D)play,

The psy the (Am)mas quer ade is played, the neigh bor folks make jokes at who is most to blame

to day.

And then a (E)long comes (A)Mar y.

And does she (E)want to set them free, (A)and let them see re (E7)al i ty from (A)where she got her (E)name?

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

no more?

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

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

When vague de

And when the

Sweet as the (Am)punch.

Sweet as the (Am)punch.

Sweet as the (Am)punch.

(Am)Sweet as the punch.