| With this knife I cut the cake
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| Who will be my bride today
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| Sweet Fanny Adams
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| Watch her climb the step ladder
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| A present from her stepfather
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| Sweet Fanny Adams
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| See her reaching out and stripping down the muslin drapes
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| A cover for her nakedness, a veil for her face
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| With curtains for your wedding dress
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| You must take your place amongst
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| The Proper Little Madams
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| And now because I love you
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| I must take my place too
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| Amongst the murderers, the hope of women
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| Death in every new beginning
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| I must take this woman for my sentence of life
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| And she must take my knife
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| I will buy a ring of gold
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| And you will practise birth control
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| Sweet Fanny Adams
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| Like a puppet on a string
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| Of oestrogen and progesterone
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| Sweet Fanny Adams
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| This is where your misery starts
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| This is where your mystery stops
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| We’ll rent a television
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| To replace Pandora’s Box
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| And I will wear a business face
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| And you will learn your proper place
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| From those Proper Little Madams
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| And in my world of cut and thrust
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| I will learn that my place, my place must …
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| Be with the murderers, the hope of women
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| Death in every new beginning
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| I must take this woman for my sentence of life
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| And she must take my knife
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| In my pipe and slippers
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| Do I look like Jack The Ripper?
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| Sweet Fanny Adams
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| But I poisoned you with every kiss
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| Smothered you with domestic bliss
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| Sweet Fanny Adams
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| Underneath the suntan from the sun lamp that we bought
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| Your face is paler than the pale face of a corpse
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| And from the seventh floor of our bungalow
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| You flung yourself down to where they stood below
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| Those Proper Little Madams
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| But in white hair, wrinkles and false teeth
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| I escaped detection by the police
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| One of the murderers, the hope of women
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| Death in every new beginning
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| I must take this woman for my sentence of life
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| And she must take my knife |