| You saw a woman in a cafe, lips of crimson, yellow grin
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| Her shoes were wrong and she looked extremely thin
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| Her jewels were faked, she had a rinse, her hair was greyish blue
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| She looked ashamed when she explained to you.
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| It ain’t easy when there’s no one to lean on It ain’t easy when there’s nobody there
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| It ain’t easy when your lovers are all gone
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| Nobody there, nobody cares.
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| The pubs were closed she’d got nowhere to go when she’d spilled her tea
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| Have you never thought, one day that could be me?
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| Her temper changed, she looked so deranged, her perfume turned to gin
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| You looked at her and she began to sing.
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| It’s all a load of bollocks
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| It’s all a load of bollocks
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| It’s all a load of bollocks
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| And bollocks to it all.
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| You tell me you think that they should lock her away and scrape the make-up off
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| her skin
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| Then we’d see the warts around her chin
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| She tried to keep her looks but lost her mind when she lost her youth and grace
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| Your words were just an insult to her face.
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| It ain’t easy when there’s no one to lean on It ain’t easy when there’s nobody there
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| It ain’t easy when your lovers are all gone
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| And bollocks to it all.
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| When I first saw you, I really thought you were a wet dream come true
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| Now I know that you don’t care about somebody else’s nightmare. |