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I would not be so stoned

If my Mary were here

I don＇t think I＇d have phoned you

If my Mary were here

I＇m a sad sack Sir Galahad

Who＇s sword＇s around his knees

With a Grail no longer holy

And a prayer that＇s saying - please

I would not be alone

If my Mary were here

But she took off

And Lord I＇m lost.

I don＇t think I＇d be drinking

If my Mary were here

And I know what I＇d be thinking

If my Mary were here

We＇d be wrapping up a blanket

Full of cheddar cheese and wine

And packing up our camper with a rendezvous in mind

And we＇d picnic out in Lincoln Park

If Mary were here

But she split

So I got lit

I＇m sorry that I called you

In the middle of the night

But you＇re the one who listens

When I need a little light

I know we haven＇t talked

Since I dropped you in the dirt

I know you＇re not my lady now

But Baby, how I hurt.

(I could whistle up an old tune

That your memory might recall

Rustle up some reminisce

＇Bout the good old days and all

If I were seeking someone else

I could find a way to hide

But I＇m pleading like a pauper, Babe

And it leaves no place for pride)

I would toss away my troubles

When my Mary was here

But I＇m lost inside the rubble

Cause my Mary＇s not here

So could I come on over

With my heart in my hands

And place it on your pillow

Like a rusty old tin can

I＇m drunk and seeing double

And my Mary＇s not here

Once again

Be the friend

That you＇ve been

And take me - in.

Please take me in.