Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

Ever see a blind man cross the road tryin' to make the other side
Ever see a young girl growin' old tryin' to make herself a bride

So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy
Baby

Once I was a young man and all I thought I had to do was smile
Where you are still a young girl and you bought every thing in style

So once you think you're in you're out
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy

Sing a song of sixpence for your sake and drink a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake and bake them all in a pie

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest is just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest is just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy