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l don't suppose you remember
a song called ''Poor John.''
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That's how she punished me...
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...by singing it until everyone
in New York knew that l was ''Poor John.''
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Let me tell you about one night.
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I ought to think myself a lucky girl
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I know
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'Cause I'm engaged
But still somehow
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I don't think so
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John, that's the name of my finance
You see
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There's no mistake
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He's very fond of me
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He took me out for walks
And, oh, he was so nice
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He always used to kiss me
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On the same place twice
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Often in the park
We would sit and spoon
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And I was, oh, so happy
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Till the other afternoon
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John took me round to see his mother
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His mother
His mother
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And when he introduced us
To each other
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She weighed up everything that I had on
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She put me through
A cross-examination
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I fairly boiled with aggravation
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Then she shook her head
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Looked at me and said:
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''Poor John, poor John''