| Oh my dear
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| You are my moron
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| And I loved you
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| From the fact that he himself is a moron.
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| Well, you are a fool, a fool-lady,
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| Well, I'm a fool, fool.
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| Somehow along Dublin City to the pub
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| I was walking in a terrible thunderstorm.
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| Suddenly in the window I saw a woman,
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| She washed her feet in a basin.
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| What is it, in fact,
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| I saw in her that evening,
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| What's after that three weeks
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| I didn't even want to drink?
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| Well, you are a fool, a fool-lady,
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| Well, I'm a fool, fool.
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| One night I was walking out of the pub,
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| In the same window I saw myself
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| Like this woman at the mirror
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| Runs a comb through his hair.
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| Combed and laid
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| And probably went to sleep.
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| Well, my man's vein
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| I couldn't lie down for a long time.
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| Well, you are a fool, a fool-lady,
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| Well, I'm a fool, fool.
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| I traveled a lot on the roads,
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| I swam a lot on the water,
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| But such interesting windows
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| I didn't see it anywhere else.
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| I'm leaving the pub again at night,
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| The heart does not stop beating...
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| In the same window - the same woman.
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| That is why the soul sings!
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| Well, you are a fool, a fool-lady,
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| Well, I'm a fool, fool.
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| Oh my dear
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| You are my moron
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| And I loved you
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| Because he's a moron. |