I have a letter from her
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When she worked for the "Woman's Realm"
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And all the things she promised me
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She promised herself as well
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She said, "I want my freedom"
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And ran off along the beach
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It's hard to love a girl so near
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Yet so far out of reach
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She came back when the tide came in
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And introduced her friend to me
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She said, "Don't ring while he is here"
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And gave me back my poetry
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She expected me to understand
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As she's always done this before
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And now she asks me
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"Why don't you send me poems anymore?"
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And she steals more than she buys
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You can see it in her eyes
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And she'll come back as soon as she's ready
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She's a bad penny
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Then she comes back and asks me
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To sing all her favourite songs
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As if she's never been away
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As if she's done nothing wrong
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But I've come to the conclusion
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That she doesn't realise a thing
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And she probably still thinks I love her
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And she doesn't know that it's a sin
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Bad Penny
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| Billy Bragg |
