There was a time,
now very far away,
When we set up together, I and she.
I got the brain, and she supplied the breast I saw her eye,
and she looked after me
A way of life then, if not quite the best
And when a client came I'd
slide out of our bed
And treat him nice and go and
have a drink instead
And when he paid up,
I'd address him, sir
Come any night, you feel you fancy her
That time's long past,
but what would I not give
To see that whorehouse
where we used to live?
That was a time, now very far away
He was so sweet and bashed
me where it hurt
And when the cash ran out,
the fappers really flew
He'd hop and say,
I'm going to pawn your skirt
A skirt is nicer, but no skirt will do
Just like his cheek,
he had me very stewin'
I'd ask him straight to say what
he thought he was doin'
Then he'd lash out and knock
me headlong down the stairs
I had the bruises up and on for years
That time's long past
But what would I not give
To see that oar house where we used to wait
That was the time, now very far away
Not that the bloody time seemed
to have looked up
When afternoons were all I had for you
I told you she was
generally booked up
The night's more normal here
than the daytime will do
And when a client came,
you'd slide out off a bed
And treat him nice and go and
have a drink instead
And when he paid up, I'd address him,
Come any night, you feel you fancy her
That time's gone by,
but what would we not give
To see that whorehouse where we used to live?
I'm going do same on the other side.
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