| You see the miller’s daughter
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| She’s dancing with the boys
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| The poor thing’s lost her garter
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| Somewhere in the noise
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| She got eyes choking in her head
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| Like the stub end of cigarettes
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| Tall as a gallows’gallowesque
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| Dress the same colour as your last sunset
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| Near enough to make you scared
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| Distant as the electric chair
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| The freedom in the loot’s as near
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| As the prosecutor’s proof is clear
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| See the miller’s daughter
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| She’s dancing with the boys
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| She got legs as long as gun barrels
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| And hips built like a stock
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| See the miller’s daughter boys
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| The pine box blonde bitch Beelzebub
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| Life is teething'.teething's cruel
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| Dying’s easy
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| It’s a slaver standing on the
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| Fresh aired side of leaving
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| You see the miller’s daughter
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| And she’s dancing with the boys
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| I said Dr-Destouches
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| I got disease in this place
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| An immaculate contraction
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| But still a typical case
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| I said Dr-Destouches
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| I hardly got her knickers low
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| And they tangled her legs like spider webs
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| I woke in fever when the rooster crowed
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| See the miller’s daughter?
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| She’s dancing with the boys |