| Did you read the letter
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| That fell into our bed
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| When you were holding me so tight
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| And l stroked your sleepy head
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| Remember at a party
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| Or was it in a field
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| That man who came and spoke to us
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| Tall but pleasant, medium build
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| He was one part happy, one part sad
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| He was neither short nor tall
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| His eyes were an angel’s but his mouth was bad
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| He said his name was Hall
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| He writes he’s won a lottery
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| A fortune’s come his way
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| He wonders what we’d recommend
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| To fill his empty days
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| He swears he’s learnt his lesson
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| And sends us good advice
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| Democracy’s a whore he writes
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| Who never serves you twice
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| So watch yourself when she picks you up
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| Her expression says it all
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| Her eyes are an angel’s
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| But her mouth’s plain bad
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| She’s a bitch says the letter from Hall
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| He used to work the nightshift
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| Now he doesn’t need the bread
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| So he sweats with new machinery
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| On his one-man yacht instead
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| He tells us disregard the news
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| We may have heard of him
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| The pressmen scratched their lousy heads
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| And hatched fantastic sins
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| A shady figure in the early hours
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| Against a brothel wall
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| The eyes an angel’s
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| But the mouth plain bad
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| All lies says the letter from Hall
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| He’s heard we’ve planned a family
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| A couple of matching kids
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| He writes they’ll turn out terrorists
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| If our luck’s as bad as his
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| The nights are getting longer now
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| At his Lake Geneva home
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| And if we like we can join him there
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| He hates to be alone
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| He asks for you particularily
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| Describes you as his doll
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| With your angel’s eyes
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| And your full red lips
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| Come now says the letter from Hall
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| Darling please see reason
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| Drop those cases where you stand
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| We’ve still got time to start again
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| On that family we planned
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| I know I’ve been demanding love
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| But you’re my only girl
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| And beyond that door the danger starts
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| It’s a scary place the world
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| Now I see a person in you
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| I don’t recognise at all
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| For your eyes are mine
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| But your mouth speaks lines
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| You read in the letter from Hall |