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Handbags And Gladrags

Ever see a blind man cross the road
Tryin' to make the other side?
Ever see a young girl growin' old
Tryin' to make herself a bride?

So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you baby

Once I was a young man
And all I thought I had to do was smile
Well you are still a young girl
And you bought every thing in style

So once you think you're in you're out
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And drink a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake them all in a pie

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest is just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you oh ooh oh

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest is just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

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