I hear you are singing a song of the past
I see no tears
I know that you know it may be the last
For many years
You'd gamble or give anything
To be in with the better half
But how many friends must I have
To begin with to make you laugh

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Will you still have a song to sing
When the razor [bad word] 
And take your fancy things away
Will you still be singing it
On that cold and windy day

You know that [bad word] is so close at hand
You feel all right
I guess only women in cages can stand
This kind of night
I guess only women in cages
Can play down
The things they lose
You think no tomorrow [bad word] 
When you lay down
You can't refuse

 [bad word]