Leatherface - Postwar Product Of A Fat Man's Wallet lyrics

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A post war product of a fat man's wallet<br />

You would like to invite her but she never goes.<br />

She painted pictures on her walls, had friends to tea.<br />

She liked her room, she could make it warm.<br />

She had a good cause and liked what it was she was fighting for<br />

She was a post war child with a fat man's money and a fat man's smile.<br />

And she sat and you were on her mind<br />

But she'd been sitting there for such a long long time.<br />

Her wedding day would've turned out fine<br />

She would have seen it through the wine<br />

Subjected by Sunday afternoon, she was happy, whistling a wedding tune.<br />

She was a walking, talking grown up postwar child<br />

And she sat and you were on her mind...