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Coyne |
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Marjory Razorblade is as keen and sharp as can be |
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Will always settle my problems for me |
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She will sort out all my dusty neighbours |
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Cut a swatch right through their undignified ways |
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And if they talk about me behind my back |
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She will not play their game, she will not play that game, she will not play their game |
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Oh, Marjory Razorblade oh what a picture she made |
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In her long and her fusty dress a nd her hair that she plaited best |
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Oh what a woman, what a tongue, what an abrasive manner |
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And if anyone upsets me, they will regret it, they will regret it |
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Oh she's mine though she's over fifty-nine |
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She's experience of the world far beyond my years |
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Oh mother me Marjory oh Razorblade |
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Mother me Marjory oh Razorblade |