Old mans darling

(Alan Evans)

A mothers advice

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Mama's words go with me as I travel from the cradle to the grave best to be an old mans darling than to be a young mans slave you'll find the older guy as taken his eye from roaming no facebook time going online every night the internet combing happy with his prize as he looks into your eyes hangs on every word that you say while the young guy goes out you don't get a shout and he dosem't come home everyday Mama's words go with me as I travel from the cradle to the grave best to be an old mans darling than to be a young mans slave you'll know where XXX XXX XXXX XXX XXX XXX XXXXXXX XX XXX XXXXXX XXXXXXX XXXXX XXXXX XX XX XXXXXXXX XX XXXXXX XXXX XXX XXXXXXX XX X XXXXX XXXX XX XXXXX XX XX XXXXXX XXXXX XX XXXX XX XX X XXXXXX XXXX XXX XXXXXX XX XXX XXXXX XXXX XX XX XX XXX XXXX XXXXXXX XXXX XX XX X XXXXX XXXX XXXXX

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