She was in the most feared condition, white and
hurt
Well, what else is there to say
She was silent
No, she was not going to the caravan part
There was nothing she wanted to say
Yeah, let's make it happen
Let's make it happen
Let's make it happen
Oh well, do what you can
The Lord has mercy on your soul
And getting out your good knickers
Yeah, let's make it happen
Let's make it happen
Let's make it happen
Let's make it happen
Let's make it happen
Approached by visitors
And arranged proper bins and a rubbish
collection
Had been in the door only one minute
Well sure, two religious in one family is enough
Chorus
In a few weeks time in Dublin
Her shoulders were shaking
But she didn't want you near
The same as she had seen last night
Chorus
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