No More Sunday Papers

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No more Sunday papers with my breakfast in bed No more scowling faces with my scrambled egg And No more "how's your father" on a Sat'day afternoon And I phoned you up to tell you it's not a day too soon No more angry words 'cause I've been out all night No more stepping over you to put out the light No more grinning mothers on our anniversary And I phoned you up to tell you, it means the world to me No more dogs on my favourite chair No more suits all covered in hair Or all the damn steaks when I asked for a pear And while we're being frank What about all thе booze that you drank No more smoking dog ends causе I've spent all my dough No more playing scrabble cause we've no place to go And no more cutting your toenails while you're drinking my Wine I'm left with the magic of a really good time No more dogs on my favourite chair No more suits all covered in hair Or all the damn steaks when I asked for a pear And while we're being frank What about all the booze that you drank No more tangled ankles cause were both in one bath No more tell jokes to you that don't make you laugh And no more endless feeling that I've misunderstood I phoned you up to tell you that I'm gone for good
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