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Ever seen a blind man cross the road, |
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Try'na make the other side? |
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Ever seen a young girl growing old, |
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Try'na to make herself a bride? |
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So what becomes of you my love, |
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When they have finally stripped you of, |
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The handbags and the gladrags, |
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That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you? |
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Once I was a young man, |
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And all I thought I had to do was smile, |
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Well you are still a young girl, |
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And you bought everything in style, |
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So once you think you're in, you're out, |
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'Cause you don't mean a single thing without, |
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The handbags and the gladrags, |
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That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you, |
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Sing a song of six-pence for your sake, |
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And drink a bottle full of rye, |
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Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake, |
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And bake them all in a pie, |
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They told me you missed school today, |
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So what I suggest you just throw them all away, |
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The handbags and the gladrags, |
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That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy, |
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They told me you missed school today, |
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So what I suggest you just throw them all away, |
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The handbags and the gladrags, |
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That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you. |
