(Hicks / Clarke / Nash)
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I press my nose against the pane
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of the little toffee shop
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Day after day I save my pennies
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to spend at the toffee shop
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Come Saturday morn at nine o'clock
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I stand on the cold stone street
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A penny every day that I have saved
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to buy myself some sweets
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The nice little lady old and grey
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with glasses and shawl
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Gives love away to good little boys
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who do as they are told
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She's always telling stories
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of her childhood days
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She couldn't buy the things that I can
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for families in those days
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Imagine the sweets that I can buy
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with six pennies of my own
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I always take my time to choose
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the sweets that I'll be taking home
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Gobstoppers in my pockets
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brown sugar in my hand
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lollies you suck that last all day
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and sugar that looks like sand
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Ye Olde Toffee Shoppe
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| Hollies |
