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Here's a little ditty I adapted many moons ago...
Oh I was always wild and free
Oh and they somehow let me be
But the bloody ties that bound me are still around me
Tho' I escaped it's plain to see
And still those little things remain
That brought me comfort and her pain...
A broken pipe that bears a cachou’s traces
An old pawn ticket for men's boots with laces
But where's that apron with strings?
These ghoulish things
Remind me of her
A tickled-up ovary in my last apartment
Two wombs, a kidney, Lord knows where that heart went
And still the painted whore sings
These ghoulish things
Remind me of her
I came, I saw, I took the whore
When I did that to her, I somehow knew what I did it for
The march of time that made my mind a dancer
The cry of 'murder' - but who was there to answer?
Oh how the ghost of her clings
These ghoulish things
Remind me of her
The smell of death that lingers on a pillow
Those grapes I bought her that she wouldn't swallow
And still I have the brass rings
These ghoulish things
Remind me of her
The sigh of midnight hag with empty tummy
Silk hanky by my side I acted chummy
Oh how she died for such things -
Such foolish things -
Remind me of her
The smile of Satan and the scent of violet
The young rogue whistling as I pass the harlot
The song the last one sings
And sings and sings
Reminds me of her
How strange, how sweet, to find them still
These things are dear to me
That seem to bring her so near to me
The scent of smould’ring clothes, a shiny farthing
A couple on the street who walk off laughing
Oh how the ghost of her clings
These ghoulish things
Remind me of her, just her
Love,
Caz
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Oh I was always wild and free
Oh and they somehow let me be
But the bloody ties that bound me are still around me
Tho' I escaped it's plain to see
And still those little things remain
That brought me comfort and her pain...
A broken pipe that bears a cachou’s traces
An old pawn ticket for men's boots with laces
But where's that apron with strings?
These ghoulish things
Remind me of her
A tickled-up ovary in my last apartment
Two wombs, a kidney, Lord knows where that heart went
And still the painted whore sings
These ghoulish things
Remind me of her
I came, I saw, I took the whore
When I did that to her, I somehow knew what I did it for
The march of time that made my mind a dancer
The cry of 'murder' - but who was there to answer?
Oh how the ghost of her clings
These ghoulish things
Remind me of her
The smell of death that lingers on a pillow
Those grapes I bought her that she wouldn't swallow
And still I have the brass rings
These ghoulish things
Remind me of her
The sigh of midnight hag with empty tummy
Silk hanky by my side I acted chummy
Oh how she died for such things -
Such foolish things -
Remind me of her
The smile of Satan and the scent of violet
The young rogue whistling as I pass the harlot
The song the last one sings
And sings and sings
Reminds me of her
How strange, how sweet, to find them still
These things are dear to me
That seem to bring her so near to me
The scent of smould’ring clothes, a shiny farthing
A couple on the street who walk off laughing
Oh how the ghost of her clings
These ghoulish things
Remind me of her, just her
Love,
Caz
X
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