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The Smiths

Very old friend
Came by today
As he was telling everyone in town
Of all the love that
he d just found
And Marie s the name
(of his latest flame)
Talked and talked
And I heard him say
That she had the longest blackest hair
Prettiest green eyes anywhere
And Marie s the name
(of his latest flame)

The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed
His money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

She is Famous
She is Funny
An engagement ring
Doesn t mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass (money)

The last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It s a hideous trait (on her mother s side)
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
A hideous trait (on her mother s side)

Then someone falls in love
Someone s beaten up
Someone s beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
Someone s beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine

This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said: How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?

This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said: How quickly would I die
Oh, if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?

Oh, walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout