R-302 · Artist collection

Nothing Up Our Sleeves

The Market Squares

2 tracks · 4:24 · $0.99 from PACEX

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Tracks

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1. 01She's Got the Whole Fair Talking2:08

   [Verse 1]
   I saved a week's allowance
   To take her to the fair
   I said I'd win a china dog
   And carry it with care
   I missed the row of bottles
   She asked to have a go
   She rolled her sleeves up carefully
   And knocked down every row
   
   [Chorus]
   She's got the whole fair talking
   She's got the big bell ringing
   I came to do the winning
   Now I'm only good for grinning
   She's got the whole fair talking
   And the prizes piled up high
   I thought I'd take her for a ride
   She's taking me, oh my
   
   [Verse 2]
   The strong man tried to help her
   She thanked him very sweet
   Then hit the little iron plate
   And nearly left her feet
   The candy man was laughing
   The organ lost a note
   She hung a purple teddy bear
   Around my Sunday coat
   
   [Bridge]
   She says she isn't clever
   She says it's mostly luck
   But every time she takes my hand
   My clever tongue gets stuck
   
   [Final Chorus]
   She's got the whole fair talking
   She's got the big bell ringing
   I came to do the winning
   Now I'm only good for grinning
   She's got the whole fair talking
   As the lights begin to die
   She's given me the china dog
   And kissed her champion goodbye

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2. 02Marbles in Her Pocket2:15

   [Verse 1]
   She used to beat me every day
   Behind the chapel wall
   I'd bring a pocket full of glass
   She'd leave me none at all
   I saw her at the chemist's
   With a suitcase and a hat
   She said she'd come to stay awhile
   I nearly dropped my change at that
   
   [Chorus]
   Marbles in her pocket
   Trouble in her smile
   I have been a sensible boy
   For quite a little while
   But if she's still a betting girl
   I've got a game in mind
   She can have the blue one
   If she'll leave her hand in mine
   
   [Verse 2]
   We walked beside the playing field
   The wall was painted white
   She said I'd grown a little tall
   I said she'd grown all right
   She found a green glass marble
   Still hiding in her purse
   I said I'd take my chances now
   She said I'd come off worse
   
   [Bridge]
   No more sulking when she wins
   No more calling it unfair
   I've had enough of winning games
   When she was never there
   
   [Final Chorus]
   Marbles in her pocket
   Trouble in her smile
   I have been a sensible boy
   For quite a little while
   But if she's still a betting girl
   I've got a game in mind
   She can have the blue one
   If she'll leave her hand in mine
   
   Leave her hand in mine
   Leave her hand in mine

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• Dawn Buster · Saigon · 1967-12