Shakespeare's Sister
Young bones groan
And the rocks below say
Throw your skinny body down, son
But I'm 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 your white body down
But I'm going to meet the one I love
At last, At last, At last
I'm going to meet the one I love
La-de-da la-de-da
No, Mamma, let me go
No
I thought that if you had
An acoustic guitar
Then it meant that you were
A protest singer
Oh I can smile about it now
But at the time it was terrible
No, Mamma, let me go
No, no, no
(Marr / Morrissey)
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