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The conversation melts like chocolate down their open jaws, the family circle gather round from very far and near, and something in your lap
the little girl you dangle on your knee without mishap
God only knows who does the talking, for the world and his wife
Come the sentimental feelings for the lure of vitriol, longing thoughts go hankering for the old home overseas, with a blindfold and a national anthem
Daddy went out with the rubbish and he kept on walking, the world and his wife Costello, to pass around the same remarks they passed away last year
The kissing cousins slip outside to cuddle and confess, she says sweet nothing at all it s much more of a mess, to pass around the same remarks they passed away last year
She says sweet nothing at all it s much more of a mess, daddy went out with the rubbish and he kept on walking The, with a blindfold and a national anthem
The kissing cousins slip outside to cuddle and confess, this is the life, she says sweet nothing at all it s much more of a mess
she says sweet nothing at all it s much more of a mess
But it s a living, but it s a living World, the little girl you dangle on your knee without mishap
To tell the truth our mum ran off with someone else father, longing thoughts go hankering for the old home overseas His, the family circle gather round from very far and near
sung in different keys
the conversation melts like chocolate down their open jaws
Went for two weeks holiday in taramasalata, sung in different keys &, but later on in the evening through the tears and folder
Sung in different keys, longing thoughts go hankering for the old home overseas, but later on in the evening through the tears and folder
the family circle gather round from very far and near
the kissing cousins slip outside to cuddle and confess
But later on in the evening through the tears and folder, but later on in the evening through the tears and folder
The little girl you dangle on your knee without mishap, but later on in the evening through the tears and folder
She says sweet nothing at all it s much more of a mess, with a blindfold and a national anthem His, as the juniper berry slips down just like last night s drawers