| I never thought it would happen
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| With me and the girl from Clapham
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| Out on a windy common
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| That night I ain’t forgotten
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| When she dealt out the rations
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| With some or other passions
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| I said you are a lady
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| Perhaps she said I may be We moved into a basement
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| With thoughts of our engagement
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| We stayed in by the telly
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| Although the room was smelly
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| We spent our time just kissing
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| The Railway Arms we’re missing
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| But love had got us hooked up And all our time it took up I got a job with Stanley
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| He said I’d come in handy
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| And started me on Monday
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| So I had a bath on Sunday
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| I worked eleven hours
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| And bought the girl some flowers
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| She said she’d seen a doctor
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| And nothing now could stop her
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| I worked all through the winter
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| The weather brass and bitter
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| I put away a tenner
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| Each week to make her better
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| And when the time was ready
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| We had to sell the telly
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| Late evenings by the fire
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| With little kicks inside her
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| This morning at 4:50
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| I took her rather nifty
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| Down to an incubator
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| Where thirty minutes later
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| She gave birth to a daughter
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| Within a year a walker
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| She looked just like her mother
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| If there could be another
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| And now she’s two years older
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| Her mother’s with a soldier
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| She left me when my drinking
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| Became a proper stinging
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| The devil came and took me From bar to street to bookie
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| No more nights by the telly
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| No more nights nappies smelling
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| Alone here in the kitchen
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| I feel there’s something missing
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| I’d beg for some forgiveness
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| But begging’s not my business
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| And she won’t write a letter
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| Although I always tell her
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| And so it’s my assumption
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| I’m really up the junction |