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I'll tell you a tale of a woman - a woman who was larger than life
She was the kind of woman that men would want for a wife.
She could feed them and please them, she was sweet like sugar cane
She was the fat woman of Brentford, ‘Cheerful' was her name.
She found the man of her dreams whom she loved with all her heart
He was good to her and loved her too, at least he did at the start
She guessed that he'd been with another - he smelled of perfume and
Getting home late
So the fat woman of Brentford became bitter and full of hate
I'll tell you a tale of a woman - a woman who was larger than life
She was the kind of woman you wouldn't want for a wife.
She'd lead you and she'd tease you until you'd gone insane
She was the fat woman of Brentford, ‘Misery' was her name.
But she hadn't always been - so poorly adjusted
She once had her heart broken by a man that she trusted.
She resented that man - so she hated all men
So she made it her aim - to hurt them time and again
Some say that she was a witch, and a cozening quean
They judged her by things they'd heard and by the things that they'd seen
She could make men follow her over land and across the sea
But the fat woman of Brentford, she didn't use any sorcery
But she hadn't always been - so poorly adjusted
She once had her heart broken by a man that she trusted.
She resented that man - so she hated all men
So she made it her aim - to hurt them time and again
I'll tell you a tale of a woman - a woman at the end of her life
The rejection all those years ago had wounded deeper than any knife
The love that she failed to give - became love that she never received
So the fat woman of Brentford died alone and nobody grieved.
Yes, the sad, lonely woman of Brentford died alone and nobody grieved.
