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I press my nose against the paint of the little toffee shop
Day after day I save my pennies to spend at the toffee shop
Come Saturday morning at nine o'clock
I stand on the cold stone streets
A penny every day that I have saved to buy myself some sweets
The nice little lady,
old and grey with glasses and a shawl
Gives up away to good little boys who do as they are told
She's always telling stories of her childhood days
She couldn't buy the things I can for families in those days
Imagine the sweets that I can buy with six pennies of my own
I always take my time to chew the sweets I'll be taking home
Frost toppers in my pockets,
polysugar in my hand
My little sad daddy has dog hair and sugar for love's last man
