Smiths
All Smiths
Shakespeare's Sister
Young bones groan
And the rocks below, say:
throw your skinny body down, son
But I am going to meet the one I love
So, please don't stand in my way
Because I'm going to meet the one I love
No, Mamma, let me go!
Young bones groan
And the rocks below, say:
Throw you white price down
But I am going to meet the one I love
At last! At last ! At last !
I am going to meet the one I love
La-de-da, la-de-da
No, Mamma, let me go !
I thought that if you had
An acoustic guitar
Then it meant that you were
A Protest Singerr
Oh I can smile about it now
But at the time it was terrible
No, Mamma. let me go

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