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un Lovely Rita

Lovely Rita meter maid.
Lovely Rita meter maid.
Lovely Rita meter maid.
Nothing can come between us,
When it gets dark I tow your heart away.
Standing by a parking meter,
When I caught a glimpse of Rita,
Filling in a ticket in her little white book.
In a cap she looked much older,
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a military man.
Lovely Rita meter maid,
May I inquire discreetly,
When are you free,
To take some tea with me.
Took her out and tried to win her,
Had a laugh and over dinner,
Told her I would really like to see her again,
Got the bill and Rita paid it,
Took her home I nearly made it,
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two.
Oh, lovely Rita meter maid,
Where would I be without you,
Give us a wink and make me think of you.

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Lady Madonna children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.
Who finds the money when you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven sent?
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like nun
Monday’s child has learned ot tie his bootlace.
See how they’ll run.
Lady Madonna baby at your breast
Wonder how you manage to feed the rest.
See how they’ll run.
Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head.
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wedn’sday morning papers didn’t come
Thursday night your stockings needed mending.
See how they’ll run.
Lady Madonna children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.

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