I never thought it could happen
With me and that girl from Clapham
Out on the windy collumn
That night I ain't forgotten
While she dreamt of the rations
With some or other passion
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissin'
The Runway Arms we'd missin'
I licked her in the evening
And then again this morning
I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
He started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her
I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
(From: http://www.elyrics.net)And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
And evenings by the fire
And little kicks inside her
This moring at 4: 50
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
And thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year I walk her
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling
Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
But beggin's not my business
And she won't write a letter
And though I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction
Songwriter(s): Glenn Martin Tilbrook, Christopher Henry Difford
Copyright: Javeberry Ltd.
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