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I'd like you to meet my last queen, |
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over there large as life |
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She's been hanging there for almost a week, |
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my poor late wife; |
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What do think of the colour of her skin, |
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it has the bloom of the rose, |
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You see she begged me to bring a certain painter in, |
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and for that picture in her bedroom she would pose; |
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Well after a while he was driving me mad, |
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as you could well understand, |
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Sitting in there, day after day, |
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with my wife in the palm of his hand... |
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It was - |
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"Madam please do this and Madam please do that", |
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You've never heard such display, |
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But he didn't mind he was taking his time, |
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it was me that had to pay, |
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"Madam I think we should take a walk in the woods, |
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you understand it's the light", |
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And did I mind, no, I was so kind when they, |
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came back in the middle of the night, |
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and I swear I'll take care of the painter, Oh the painter... |
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Well as you can see it was hard for me, |
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but something has to be done, |
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She only has eyes for him and his lies, and as for me, |
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not a glance, not a single one; |
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My orders were severe and she disappeared, |
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it really was such a shame, |
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And when they told me she was dead I broke down and said, |
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"It's that painter, it's him, he's to blame." |
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With his "Madam please do this and Madam please do that", |
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You've never heard such display, |
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But he didn't mind he was taking his time, |
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it was me that had to pay, |
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"Oh Madam I think we should take a walk in the woods, |
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you understand it's the light", |
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And did I mind, no, I was so kind when they |
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came back in the middle of the night, |
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And I hope it's the rope for the painter, |
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When he's found, it's hellbound for the painter, |
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I'll get that painter... |
