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Paper and sticks and shovel and match / Why won't the news of the old world catch / And the fire in a temper start / Once I had a rich boy for myself
I loved his body and his navy blue wealth / And I lived in his purse and his heart / When in our bed I was tossing and turning / All I could see were his brown eyes burning / By the green of a one pound note
I talk to him as I clean the grate / O my dear it's never too late / To take me away as you whispered and wrote / I had a handsome and well-off boy / I'll share my money and we'll run for joy
With a bouncing and silver spooned kid / Sharp and shrill my silly tongue scratches / Words on the air as the fire catches / You never did and he never did.