I never thought it could 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 maybe
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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 kissin'
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The Runway Arms we missin'
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But love had got us hooked up
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And all our time it took up
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I got a job with Stanley
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He said I'd come in handy
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He 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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And make evenings by the fire
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And little kicks inside her
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This moring at 4:50
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I took her rather nifty
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Down to an incubator
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And 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
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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
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Up The Junction
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| Goldfinger |
