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chris difford - my mother's handbag كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i used to love the smell
of my mother’s handbag
i wondered what was there inside
i once tried to sneak my hand in
to see what i could find
a packet of mints
and a picture of me
the small leather purse
and a front door key

[verse 2]
i used to love the taste
of my mother’s dinners
her sunday roast was great
silence fell upon our family
as the spuds fill our china plates
a piece of pie
and a pot of cream
doing the dishes
our plates so clean

[chorus]
and i usеd to play beneath the tablе
while all her friends would pray
i was destined for the life of riley
not for the tears of johnny ray
[verse 3]
i was always on my own
secretly playing my make out games
pushing my cars along the street
playing with the firework flames
paul was young
and just like me
we sailed our boats
way out to sea

[chorus]
and i used to play beneath the table
while all her friends would pray
i was destined for the life of riley
not for the tears of johnny ray

[bridge]
what a good boy, i had become
tied to my mother’s apr_n strings
a simple life, became highly strung
on a sofa with popped out springs

[outro]
here today, the lark ascends
me and my life, of imaginary friends

- chris difford

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