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You look so sad, sweet Molly. What causes you to frown?
It’s that Lotta Nonsense, dear Dolly. She jus’ ain’t been aroun’.

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You look so sad, sweet Molly. What causes you such pain?
It’s my nichonettes, dear Dolly. They done shrunk in the rain.

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You’re happy now, sweet Molly. What fills you with such glee?
It’s that Lotta Nonsense, dear Dolly. She come back yesterdee.

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I see you smile, sweet Molly. What makes you feel so gay?
It’s them kinky teachers, dear Dolly. They’re all on holiday.

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You’re full of fun, sweet Molly. What makes you feel so gay?
It’s that Jesus Christ, dear Dolly. He was born on Christmas Day!

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You look so sad, sweet Molly. What makes you feel so grey?
It’s them kinky teachers, dear Dolly. It’s back to school today.

You’re full of life, sweet Molly. What makes you jump and jive?
It’s that Christine Keeler, dear Dolly. Today she’s sixty-five!

You look so sad, sweet Molly. What causes you such pain?
It’s them FANTASY POSTINGS, dear Dolly. They done come back again.

You look so sad, sweet Molly, despite this glorious sun.
It’s Sally/Lesbos/Asquith dear Dolly. They done posted just for fun.

You look so sad, sweet Molly, awaitin’ that Norfolk-bound train.
It’s that Steve M, dear Dolly. He’s talkin’ spankin’ again.

You look unwell, sweet Molly. Will this Christmas be your last?
It's them member resignations, dear Dolly. They're a-comin' in thick and fast.

What has happened, sweet Molly? You're laughing like a loon.
It's that vindictive mimi, dear Dolly. He done gonna be exposin' very soon.

What is the matter sweet Molly? Please tell to me the truth.
It's that vindictive mimi, dear Dolly. He ain't done posted the proof.