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Slavin'

Slavin'
All for you my
And nothin to show for it
my dusty old book full of pictures
A dusty old
me a story
Bout how i so tired
my slavin' away

I ran off
Put on corduroy knickers that i got the coal shovelin' kid
And in a rickety old ford
Hitchhiked in a rattly old norton car
Down roads
In the rain, as the poet put it
On up to st.
On a day in the middle of the fall

And they me up for not wearin a dress
And my sentence
If i somethin with a strap that was pink
And i scrubbed up on somebody's
So now i catch the pacific
And not be too specific, somewhere up north
And get into lumber and slumber when i
And in the spring ride down cheyenne on my bike

I out the window
And i my head out the door
And the snow was so slow...
And the sky was but so gray...

away
And all for my love
Cookin and washin in the
And at 9:25
I assemble six of little plastic christmas trees
And put in the blue
On kid toy cell phones borg batteries
And then on to the machine
Stick the labels on purple
And the arms on jumpers for the uk

Slavin'
All for you my
And nothin to show for it
nothin to show for it

I could see her in the mirror at me
Wonderin' if it plain for everyone to see
Nothin ever to turn out how it might be
I could see her doubting now all had gone and went
That anything she got was what that she'd spent
That she seemed to get back what that she'd lent

Anyway did have a son
And by the time he was married and i played at his too at holy trinity
I was director myself
in the basement twice a week
I demanded we'd be in condition
And everything seemed to be quite well
I got well with the priest...