| She’s up with her boy in the mornin'
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| To feed him an' put on his clothes
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| An' make sure he’s alright til the end of the day
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| An' watch him wherever he goes
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| An' his father’s gone off gallivantin'
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| He might an' he mightn’t come home
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| A young single mother, strong and courageous
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| It’s hard but it’s under control
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| Spend half of your life worryin' about nothin'
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| Or on the road travellin' for miles
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| At the end of the day
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| What more can I say?
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| A small bit of love makes it all… worthwhile
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| The girl at the checkout in Quinnsworth
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| I wonder what’s goin' round her head
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| If she didn’t need every penny she earns
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| She’d rather be lyin' in bed
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| But it’s off with the coat in the evenin'
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| Out past the trollies an' home
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| In her mind she’s got someone she’s dyin' to meet
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| Her heart leaps with the ring of the phone
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| You spend half of your life worryin' about nothin'
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| Or on the road travellin' for miles
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| At the end of the day
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| What more can I say?
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| A small bit of love makes it all worthwhile
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| You can fall for someone in a mansion
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| Or someone of no fixed abode
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| Or someone who’s stayin' at home all their life
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| Never set foot on the road
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| An' there’s no accountin' for lovin'
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| ‘Cos we’re such a strange creation
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| You could fall for your own second cousin
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| Or a far distant foreign relation
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| You spend half of your life worryin' about nothin'
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| Or under or travellin' for miles
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| At the end of the day
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| What more can I say?
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| A small bit of love makes it all worthwhile
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| You spend half of your life worryin' about nothin'
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| Or on the road travellin' for miles
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| At the end of the day
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| What more can I say?
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| A small bit of love makes it all… what you want
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| A small bit of love goes a long long way
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| A small bit of love goes a long long way… |