调:Eb major•
Verse 1
they called it the summer of love
They were burning babies burning flags,
way down on Caltrim street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl
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that was workin' next to me
with a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights,
I'm not the factory kind
And if you don't take me out of here,
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You wouldn't want me any
Verse 3
fruit pickin', down in Kent
We could tinker lamps and pots and
and get a few acres dug
A fire burning in the hearth
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you foolish man that surely sounds like hell
Well you might be lord of half the world,
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price on love I'll stay
Verse 5
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We
Gower one time the work was pretty good
She said we shouldn't wait for the frost,
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We were drinking more in those days,
our fevers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run when she
rough back on the Derby beat
White Lithening in her hip pocket
But even a gypsy caravan was too
Well Maybe that's the price you pay
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Verse 6
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She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
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She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild
Verse 7
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She was a rare thing, as fine as a bee's wing
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I miss her more than many words could say
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If I could just taste all of her wildness now
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s for one more day
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