Richard Thompson - Mrs Rita Ukulele

Mrs. Rita 

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Oh kind Mrs. Rita I never will tell
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The way that you keep us poor girls here in hell
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And I never will sneak to the News of the World
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Oh kind Mrs. Rita, sincere Mrs. Rita
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A friend to a stranger, a ma to a girl

With the chalking and cutting and stitching and such
We earn what we earn and it isn't too much
Enough to keep half a step higher than trash
Oh kind Mrs. Rita, sincere Mrs. Rita
So loose with the purse strings, so free with the cash

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Some guardian angel take pity and sweep me away
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Seems I work every hour God sends in a day
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To line the pockets of Rita O'Connor
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To line the pockets of Rita O'Connor

Oh you can't call it stealing, more helping yourself
If the odd pair of nylons should fall off the shelf
And fall into somebody's handbag let's say
Oh kind Mrs. Rita, sincere Mrs. Rita
It sort of makes up for the pitiful pay

Oh kind Mrs. Rita, sincere Mrs. Rita
God keep and preserve you, we'll love you always