| He’s my son, d’you see, my boy
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| My own flesh and blood
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| 'Course I love him
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| D’you think I give a damn
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| For your courts of law?
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| I’d never have given him up, never, never
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| He’s all I’ve ever cared about
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| Since I carried him
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| He’s been my whole world
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| Hah, when I was young, they told me
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| It was all romance, you know
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| All love and roses
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| Some man to take care of you
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| Well, I saw through that quick enough
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| We all do, don’t we, lasses?
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| We have to, by god
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| Oh yes, I married his father right enough
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| That wasn’t hard… they say
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| We’re the weaker sex… that’s a joke
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| I’ve never known a bloke some girl
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| Couldn’t twist around her little finger
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| «Aw, don’t go to the pub tonight, love
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| Don’t see those mates of yours
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| Why don’t you stay here with me
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| An' have a… cuddle?»
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| Nine months later it’s the altar
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| An' a home of your own at last
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| Oh don’t look so shocked
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| Just because I’ll say straight out
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| What your missus only thinks
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| It’s the truth, it’s the kids we love
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| Not you, you pathetic clowns
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| With your pubs an' beer an' football, hah! |
| You think you’re so tough
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| Don’t make me laugh…
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| You do as much as your woman lets you
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| An' you never realise
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| An' now you’re going to take my boy
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| My baby, an' you stand there with your
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| Damned solemn faces an' say
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| «But don’t you realise, madam
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| He has killed three men?»
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| Well, yes I do, and what’s more I couldn’t care less
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| He’s my child, my child
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| An' whatever you do to him
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| Wherever you take him
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| You’ll never take him away from me, never |