Well, once I was a lover with beatiful long brown hair
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When I walked down any street, men would stop and stare
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The boys whistle, their eyes would shine
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My skirt would swish to show my long, strong legs so fine
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Was a time I was a mother, darling children would come from me
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I'd love them and I'd feed them and in their eyes, such love I'd see
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They'd call my name in times of need
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And I'd feed them and in their eyes, such love I'd see
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They'd call my name in times of need
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And I'd be there
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Once I was a man
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My cock as hard as wood
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I stood as strong as any tree
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None but the wind could pass through me
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My woman loved me as no one else could
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As resolute as trees I stood
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Now I'm as battered as time itself
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I droop and shuffle through my empty cell
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A comedy of errors I've become
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And all my endeavours I've forgone
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Don't know my name or where I've come
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Someone take me back to the fields
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Where I need to be
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So once again I can stand tall
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And feel once more a tree
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Trees
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| Paul Weller |
