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Jonelle by the lables on her lingerie...
She had a fur coat and no knickers,
But she were a real lady,
And she never swore or farted
And she drove a gold
to the man in the long black coat

There are no mistakes in life some people say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way
But people don't live or die
coat
Months fly by
Grow your bones
Feathers, skin
Bible black
By and by

You will spread your wings

One day
Fly over me

Fly over
Fly over
wearing black French knickers under my suit
I've got stocking and suspenders on
I'm feeling rather loose"

Ooh, I'm a naughty boy
Ooh, I'm a naughty,
on the street.
Her coat is white and her hair, black.
I see the picture of her standing on the street,
And she is beautiful.
She has strength beyond compare. She
black French knickers under my suit
I've got stocking and suspenders on
I'm feeling rather loose"

Ooh, I'm a naughty boy
Ooh, I'm a naughty, naughty
Unexpectedly... an interesting thought came over me
I'd feel better somewhat wetter, drinking tea in the sea,
And dream of you - and your nice black knickers...
sticks in the throat 
She give her heart to the man in the long black coat 
One, two 
There are no mistakes in life some people say 
It's true
mansion house?'
'I'm in love with mr so and so
He invited me in, I'm a girl no more'
Then she dragged my ma out by her throat
'hand over that rabbit fur
Ooh ah ooh

He ran into the toilet in the town hall
He got his biro out and he wrote on the wall:
"I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit
gone to sleep in the
Passing lane
Like a shot in the vein.

There's a black dog hanging by a string
In the flutter of a thousand paper wings.
You
to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her
Deep in the pocket of an old sport coat jacket I chanced to discover an old memory
Three for a quarter black and white picture takin' up Jennifer
and Nine
Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas
She sat down to play on a doorstep
Saying, Come back to my place I will show you the stars
Deep in the pocket, of an old sport coat jacket
I chanced to discover an old memory
Three for a quarter, a black and white portrait
Taken
to the man in the long black coat

There are no mistakes in life some people say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way
But people don't live or die
black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

By alfred noyes and phil ochs
an old black trench coat
To cover up her skin
She weren't no fool, she didn't let nobody in
Pulled off the highway, they strip searched the van
All
to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot 
Into her
the Streets Of London
She carries her old knickers in two polythene bags

So how can you tell me you're lonely
And don't you say to me your sun don't shine
whispers 'Fool!' then slides away 
Black coastline slumbers on 
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her 

And all the flags that flap on the pier 
Spell
to angels
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name

She don't know no lover
None that I ever seen
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black eyed daughter
Bess the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her long black
a big black dog:
Barking at me, willing to bite me.
"Black dog, I'll never harm you,
BD what a joy to see you!"

She was wearing a warm coat with a hood,
they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name

She don't know no lover,
None that I ever seen
Yes, to her