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ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST








ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST






Well goodbye my poor espace
I had to get rid alas!
Who am I trying to kid
I was more than glad to get rid.





You brought me heartache and more
My bank balance is now on the floor,
It was just repair after repair
In the end it just wasn`t fair.



Automatic is what you were
This I loved I must declare,
No gears for me to change
Gears now seem very strange.





Seven seats is what you had
And the kids were ever so glad
They loved to sit right at the back
So we couldn`t hear them yack.



We had to go our separate way
For with me you couldn`t stay,
I`ll think of you fondly I`m sure
I just couldn`t afford you anymore.






copyrightę2011 Elsie


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