She took all the pleasure,
And none of the pain.
All of the credeit,
And none of the blame.
I came home
To an empty flat;
She'd left me a note
And taken the cat.
That cord that they knotted
To keep us apart,
Could never be broken,
It was tied to my heart.
But she grew thin,
And I grew fat.
She left me
And that was that.
I'm thinking of renting
A villa in France.
A French girl has offered
To give me a chance.
Or maybe I'll take
An excursion to Spani
Buy a revolver
And blow out my brain
Writer(s): Keith Reid, Gary Brooker
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