| She’s almost forty now
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| And if life’s fair
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| It won’t have touched her face
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| Or touched her golden hair
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| It won’t have touched the way
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| She used to speak my name
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| Like single raindrop
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| Doesn’t really touch the window pane
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| She’s probably fifty now
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| No doubt she’s changed
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| The wear and tear and doubt
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| That lives arrange
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| The wear and tear of no-one there
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| Drives a girl insane
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| The doubt of reaching out for love
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| And getting beat again
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| There’s no easy way of saying it
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| No easy way it’s done
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| The father you looked up to then
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| No longer loved your mum
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| Call up social services
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| Even call the cops
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| No man’s ever gone to jail
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| When love for woman stops
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| She must be sixty now
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| Well on that route
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| Down lane of pure disdain
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| From young and cute
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| Rolling out red carpet promises
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| And ringing wedding bell
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| Gives a special kind of tinnitus
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| To a girl who knows too well
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| There’s no easy way of saying it
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| No easy way it’s done
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| The father you looked up to then
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| No longer loved your mum
|
| Call up social services
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| Even call the cops
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| No man’s ever gone to jail
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| When love for woman stops
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| She’s over seventy now
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| Way past her best
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| But the one who holds the key
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| To love’s treasure chest
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| Doubtless has a younger flame
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| To keep him warm at night
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| Whilst this old one just flickers
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| In the distant hope he might
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| There’s no easy way of saying it
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| No easy way it’s done
|
| The father you looked up to then
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| No longer loved your mum
|
| Call up social services
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| Even call the cops
|
| No man’s ever gone to jail
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| When love for woman stops
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| She’s in her eighties now
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| She’s close to death
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| And the one thing that won’t let her down
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| Is final breath
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| So much more reliable
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| Than the absent talk of men
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| Nothing quite as black-and-white
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| As the chequered flag of end
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| There’s no easy way of saying it
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| No easy way it’s done
|
| The father you looked up to then
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| No longer loved your mum
|
| Call up social services
|
| Even call the cops
|
| No man’s ever gone to jail
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| When love for woman stops |