Darling, I drank a little too much last night
I spilled some wine on your favourite jacket
That I borrowed without asking
She saves her receipts
When she dry cleans
My baby supports the little shop
'Round the corner
Even though it costs more
Oh dear, she's a bit steamed
Pick her a daisy and cook her a treat
It doesn't change a thing
But maybe she'll forgive me
For the millionth time.
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