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| Pete Atkin sings
Our Lady Lowness by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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In the city, in the plain Replete in every place of strain Are all the places I have lain With Lady Lowness It's not for need of board and bed Or wanting of a crust of bread That brings a gentleman to bed With Lady Lowness Though need may serve to weaken one The true seduction is begun Inside the mind where deals are done With Lady Lowness Our Lady was methodical Her teaching soon took hold I learned to blame the cold for being cold The poor for being prodigal The old for being old Our Lady was meticulous With each satanic trick I learned to spot the lame among the quick The plain were the ridiculous The simple were the sick In the city, in the plain Replete in every place of strain Are all the places I have lain With Lady Lowness It's not for need of board and bed Or wanting of a crust of bread That brings a gentleman to bed With Lady Lowness A pleasure for the mind all right But still you couldn't call her bright Here pampered brilliance shed no light She was herself part of the night Our Lady Lowness | |||||
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