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Genres: Pop

Murderers, The Hope Of Women Lyrics - Momus

With this knife I cut the cake 

Who will be my bride today 

Sweet Fanny Adams 

Watch her climb the step ladder 

A present from her stepfather 

Sweet Fanny Adams 

See her reaching out and stripping down the muslin drapes 

A cover for her nakedness, a veil for her face 

With curtains for your wedding dress 

You must take your place amongst 

The Proper Little Madams 

And now because I love you 

I must take my place too 

 

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Amongst the murderers, the hope of women 

Death in every new beginning 

I must take this woman for my sentence of life 

And she must take my knife 

 

I will buy a ring of gold 

And you will practise birth control 

Sweet Fanny Adams 

Like a puppet on a string 

Of oestrogen and progesterone 

Sweet Fanny Adams 

This is where your misery starts 

This is where your mystery stops 

We'll rent a television 

To replace Pandora's Box 

And I will wear a business face 

And you will learn your proper place 

From those Proper Little Madams 

And in my world of cut and thrust 

I will learn that my place, my place must ... 

 

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Be with the murderers, the hope of women 

Death in every new beginning 

I must take this woman for my sentence of life 

And she must take my knife 

 

In my pipe and slippers 

Do I look like Jack The Ripper? 

Sweet Fanny Adams 

But I poisoned you with every kiss 

Smothered you with domestic bliss 

Sweet Fanny Adams 

Underneath the suntan from the sun lamp that we bought 

Your face is paler than the pale face of a corpse 

And from the seventh floor of our bungalow 

You flung yourself down to where they stood below 

Those Proper Little Madams 

But in white hair, wrinkles and false teeth 

I escaped detection by the police 

 

One of the murderers, the hope of women 

Death in every new beginning 

I must take this woman for my sentence of life 

And she must take my knife 

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