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It Bmseems so F#long aBmgo, F#mNancy C#mwas aF#mlone, Alooking at the BmLate Late show through a Asemi-Eprecious Astone. C#In the House of F#mHonesty her Dfather was on Atrial, Ein the House of F#mMystery there C#was no one at Dall, there Awas no Eone at F#mall.
It seems so long ago, none of us were strong; Nancy wore green stockings and she slept with everyone. She never said she'd wait for us although she was alone, I think she fell in love for us in nineteen sixty one, in nineteen sixty one. It seems so long ago, Nancy was alone, a forty five beside her head, an open telephone. We told her she was beautiful, we told her she was free but none of us would meet her in the House of Mystery, the House of Mystery. And now you look around you, see her everywhere, many use her body, many comb her hair. In the hollow of the night when you are cold and numb you hear her talking freely then, she's happy that you've come, she's happy that you've come.