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Dame Fortune smile, ring my bell, lift your skirt |
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Pour down some fortune on me |
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Dame Fortune smile, knock my door, doff your cap |
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Deliver milk for my tea |
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I've been throwing low numbers on the dice of life |
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All the cards I turn scowl at me like my ex-wife |
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When night-time falls I'll need your net |
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To catch those brick-bats in |
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Dame Fortune smile at my lottery [lass?] |
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Please won't you empty my bin? |
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C'mon! |
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(muttered: "Play the guitar") |
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Dame Fortune smile, tear a square from your dress |
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Give my front windows a clean |
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Dame Fortune let me borrow your bike |
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Bring home the bacon and beans |
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I've been drawing low numbers from the hat of dreams |
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Drowning in the pools by simply picking rotten teams |
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When night-time falls we'll fix it up |
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I'll loan your safety pin |
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Dame Fortune smile when they're spitting at me |
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Please bring all my washing in |
