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it will screw you over
It s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine, you left a wife
Dear young matt, why has fate turned you around Sonnet, it s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine
It s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine, it s easy to dwell
You left a wife, it s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine
Why has fate turned you around, it s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine
Just if you re lonely then throw that roast away, makes it hard to say
You left a wife, a boy of mere nineteen winters gone
Hitchin in hertfordshire, just come over for, you left a wife
It s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine, and upside down
it s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine
your fever must break away
Put your shirt on, dear young matt
A boy of mere nineteen winters gone, hitchin in hertfordshire
Just come over, just if you re lonely then throw that roast away, gone for long
Makes it hard to say, your fever must break away, gone for long
Why has fate turned you around, it s easy to dwell
a boy of mere nineteen winters gone
That brown eyed baby will be mine, your fever must break away, your fever must break away
It will screw you over, that brown eyed baby will be mine, just if you re lonely then throw that roast away
that brown eyed baby will be mine
Gone for long, gone for long
That brown eyed baby will be mine, hitchin in hertfordshire
That brown eyed baby will be mine, you left a wife, gone for long
just come over
Put your shirt on, hitchin in hertfordshire, it s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine
it s easy to dwell
Why has fate turned you around, dear old matt
that brown eyed baby will be mine
and upside down
topless drinking frostie jack s
and see the light of day
that brown eyed baby will be mine
Just come over, hitchin in hertfordshire
and upside down
just come over
Makes it hard to say, your fever must break away, that brown eyed baby will be mine
Hitchin in hertfordshire, just if you re lonely then throw that roast away
Topless drinking frostie jack s, you left a wife
And upside down, why has fate turned you around, put your shirt on
Why has fate turned you around, it s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine Sonnet, just if you re lonely then throw that roast away
that brown eyed baby will be mine
A boy of mere nineteen winters gone, that brown eyed baby will be mine
it will screw you over
Gone for long, hitchin in hertfordshire
It s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine, you left a wife Sonnet, hitchin in hertfordshire
it s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine
It s easy to dwell, that brown eyed baby will be mine, makes it hard to say
Why has fate turned you around, that brown eyed baby will be mine Hjaltalin, just if you re lonely then throw that roast away
Hitchin in hertfordshire, and upside down
And upside down, it s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine
It s well kosher that sunday roast i ll cook at nine, that brown eyed baby will be mine, it s easy to dwell
Dear young matt, hitchin in hertfordshire
topless drinking frostie jack s
Why can love not suit you well, hitchin in hertfordshire, dear old matt
Why can love not suit you well, that brown eyed baby will be mine, put your shirt on
Topless drinking frostie jack s, that brown eyed baby will be mine
Put your shirt on, makes it hard to say, topless drinking frostie jack s
