Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief -- If he had a rich man in his hand. And who would steal the candy From a laughing baby's mouth If he could take it from the money man. Cross-eyed mary goes jumping in again. She signs no contract But she always plays the game. Dines in hampstead village On expense accounted gruel, And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school. Laughing in the playground -- gets no kicks from little boys: Would rather make it with a letching grey. Or maybe her attention is drawn by aqualung, Who watches through the railings as they play. Cross-eyed mary finds it hard to get along. She's a poor man's rich girl And she'll do it for a song. She's a rich man stealer But her favour's good and strong: She's the robin hood of highgate -- Helps the poor man get along.
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