Between Marx and marzipan in the dictionary there was Mary
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Between the Deep Blue Sea and the Devil that was me
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If ever anyone could help me with my obsession with
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The young Suzannah York
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It was Mary
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In my pink pyjamas she asked me for something
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I gave her the short answer
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She read our stars out loud
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And I knew then that we should have gone sailing
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But we stayed home instead
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Fighting on the waterbed
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Like the honeymoon couple on drugs
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Me and Mary
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What happened in the past
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Remained a mystery of natural history
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She should have been the last
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But she was just the latest
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If she wanted to be a farmer's wife
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I would endure that muddy life
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I would dig for victory
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And the sound of happy couples
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Coupling happily in the dark
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While you and I sat down to tea
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I remember you said to me
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That no amount of poetry
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Would mend this broken heart
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But you can put the Hoover round
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If you want to make a start
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All my friends from school
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Introduce me to their spouses
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While I'm left standing here
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With my hands down the front of my trousers
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I just don't know what's to be done
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I wonder sometimes how did Dad meet Mum
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And how did they conceive of me
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Tell my Mary
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The boys who came to the shop
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Always made her laugh much more than I did
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When I told her this must stop
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She didn't bat an eyelid
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She said you know honey it's such a shame
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You'll never be any good at this game
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You bruise too easily
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So said Mary
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Her two brothers took me out
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Of circulation for the duration
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So we went our separate ways but does she still love me
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She still has my door key
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Like a bully boy in a Benetton shop
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You're never happy with what you've got
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Till what you've got has gone
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Sorry Mary
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The Short Answer
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Billy Bragg |