| Mildred, mildred, how I love you so
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| Remember the joke you told me
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| While we had our midnight tea
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| That was the funniest joke I ever heard in my life
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| I didn’t tell you then 'cause I was drinking the tea
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| Alfred, now alfred, you used to call me so
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| And told me how it would be nice to open a plant shop
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| That was the most sensible idea we had in our life
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| I didn’t tell you then 'cause I was reading the papers
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| Mildred, oh, mildred, how I love you so
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| Remember how you were angry when I talked to the box
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| You kept trying to tell me something, something about your life
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| But I didn’t hear you then 'cause I was watching the box
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| I bought a pot of plant now
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| And I’m watering it ev’ry day
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| I watched the late night talk show
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| And asked the man in a suit
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| Why he was laughing so when my wife was dead
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| He didn’t reply
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| No, he didn’t reply at all
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| And I burnt the box the next morning
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| And buried in our garden
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| Mildred, oh, mildred, how I miss you so
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| How I wish to tell you a lot of things about our life
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| But of course you aren’t around, you aren’t around no more
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| And I hear the box still laughing in the next door apartment |