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Mrs. Murphy
G7Hello Mrs Murphy, That's a lovely dress you're Bbwearing, is it G7new? Why, thank you Mr Wilson But I've had that same old Bbdress about a G7year or two
D#Upstairs in bed, the tall boy stD#maj7retched just like a cFat Put his D#hands behind his head and lay there thD#maj7inking of a drFeam that he haG7d
I hear that the Johnsons had a baby, Mrs Murphy Is that true Why yes, but it's rumoured that the little tot's real daddy Lives in twenty-two In twenty-two, the boy lay whistling out of tune fighting on the seas Dreaming of a thousand things he'd like to be Poor Mr Johnson Being married to a wife who should be caged It's the child who will suffer And to think that young man is less than half her age Upstairs he sits, he hears a knock, and nothing more Come on in, you're late Well, don't just stand there Mrs. Johnson close the door by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com