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Mrs. Brown wakes up every morning She takes the milk from her doorstep Puts on a pair of faded carpet slippers And walks a painful mile to the launderette Her husband Jack is slowly dying Asbestos poisoning had riddled his insides He got his pension

I would like to get to know if I could be The kind of girl you that you could be down for 'Cuz when I look at you I feel something tell me That your the kind of guy that I should make a move on And if I don't let you know, then I won't be for real I