Lyrics

Ever see a blind man cross the road Trying to make the other side? Ever seen a young girl growing old Trying to make herself a bride? So what becomes of you, my love? When they have finally stripped you of The handbags and the gladrags That your poor old granddad Had to sweat to buy you, baby Once I was a young man And all I thought I had to do was smile Well, you are still a young girl And you've borne everything in style So once you think you're in, you're out 'Cause you don't mean a single thing without The handbags and the gladrags That your poor old granddad Had to sweat to buy you Sing a song of six-pence for your sake And drink a bottle full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake And bake 'em all in a pie They told me you missed school today So what I suggest you just throw them all away The handbags and the gladrags That your poor old granddad Had to sweat to buy, oh-woah They told me you missed school today So what I suggest you just throw them all away The handbags and the gladrags That your poor old granddad Had to sweat to buy you
Writer(s): Mike D'abo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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