Gave up my paper route
Didn’t want to do it anyway
Didn’t you think I was good enough for
Didn’t you want to pay me
This boy is older now
I have to shave
Maybe I should have stayed at school or
Maybe I should just say
I had enough of you, Mrs. Killer
You’re hanging ’round with some young fool
I’ll never have the nerve
Oh, Mrs. Killer
To shout get out, I had my doubts about you
My song was over when I turned sixteen
Down to the docks to collect your pay and
Never a word for me
I waited hours for you
I never knew
Hadn’t you got enough from me or
Was there something I could do-do-do
To make it good, Mrs. Killеr
You’re hanging ’round with some young fool
I’ll nevеr have the nerve
Oh, Mrs. Killer
To shout get out, I had my doubts about you
Lipstick and brandy cups
My legacy
Very old men of seventeen are
Walking down my street
I’m screaming every day
Maybe that I
What if I, for a trade discount and
If not tell me why
I gave you everything, Mrs. Killer
You’re hanging ’round with some young fool
I’ll never have the nerve
Oh, Mrs. Killer
To shout get out, I had my doubts about you
Get out, I had my doubts about you
Get out, I had my doubts about you
Oooh, oooh
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