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A post war product of a fat man's wallet You would like to invite her but she never goes. She painted pictures on her walls, had friends to tea. She liked her room, she could make it warm. She had a good cause and liked what it was she was fighting for She was a post war child with a fat man's money and a fat man's smile. And she sat and you were on her mind But she'd been sitting there for such a long long time. Her wedding day would've turned out fine She would have seen it through the wine Subjected by Sunday afternoon, she was happy, whistling a wedding tune. She was a walking, talking grown up postwar child And she sat and you were on her mind... Aus Songtexte Mania