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by D. Woodward |
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Trust me, you'll never find me begging
cos I'm far too bloody proud and nothing ever gets me down Trust me, who cares about the weather when I'm feeling this profound in this dreary, dreary town Well, I've got no money and I've got no job and you call me a terrible little slob Well, I think I could have died Well, I've got no money and I've got no job and you call me a terrible little slob Well, I think I could have died Trust me, you'll never find me begging... Oh, the purse is never full There'll be no food tonight for certain Trust me, you'll never find me begging... Well, I've got no money and I've got no job... Oh, trust me You know you can trust me |
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