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Well, the moon shined on that little place,where my darling and I lived.If someone fancied darling,then I would hurt to him give.And when he'd had his pleasure,I'd climb back in the sheets,and laugh, and take the piss,even if he'd been quite sweet.Sometimes she'd had twenty a day,her money she'd give out.Occasionally a slap or punchI would have to mete out.If she ever argued,or she started to doubt,then darling, darling, darling,darling, darling - I'd clout.Well, the moon shined on that little place,where my darling and I lived. From Letras Mania