| I have fallen for another she can make her own way home
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| And even if she asked me now I’d let her go alone
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| I useta see her up the chapel when she went to Sunday mass
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| And when she’d go to receive, I’d kneel down there
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| And watch her pass
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| The glory of her ass
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| I useta to love her, I useta love her once
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| A long, long time ago
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| I useta to love her, I useta love her once
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| A long long time ago
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| It’s gone, all my lovin' is gone
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| It’s gone, all my lovin' is gone
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| D’you remember her collecting for concern on Christmas eve
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| She was on a forty eight hour fast just water and black tea
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| I walked right up and made an ostentatious
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| Contribution
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| And I winked at her to tell her I’d seduce her in the future
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| When she’s feelin looser
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| So now you know the truth of it she’s no longer my obsession
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| Though the thoughts and dreams i had of her would take six months in confession
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| See i met this young one Thursday night and she’s inta free expression
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| And her mission is to rid the world of this sinful repression
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| Then we had a session
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| It’s gone, long, long gone
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| I have fallen for another and she can make her own way home
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