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Fancylad, fancylad, |
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How did you blow your inheritance, fancylad? |
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Sing me your parents' embarrassment, fancylad |
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Sing to me your pink-flowering thorn |
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You never asked to be born |
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Your woes, they shine like tiny gemstones |
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What an exquisite collection, such an exquisite collection |
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Shall I tell you whether they're real or not |
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Before I cut them to perfection? |
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The better to bedeck you |
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What an exquisite collection |
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Fancylad, fancylad, |
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How did you blow your inheritance, fancylad? |
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Sing me your parents' embarrassment, fancylad |
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Sing to me your pink-flowering thorn |
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You never asked to be born |
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Your wound, wherever did you find it? |
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Wet-petalled like a vagina |
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Shall I straighten this crooked boutonniere? |
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It shouldn't be pinned onto your coat |
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Plant it deep in your heart's hole |
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Wherever did you find it? |
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Fancylad, fancylad, |
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How shall I write your biography, fancylad? |
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Five hundred diary pages about your dad |
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Sing to me your pink-flowering thorn |
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You never asked to be born |
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You never asked to be born |
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You'll live, you'll live, you'll live |
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All cried out like a girl but you'll live |
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Mama's little mixed-up man |
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You'll live, you'll live, you'll live |
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All cried out like a girl but you'll live |
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Mama's little mixed-up man |
