Well my residential woman said, said to me
That you daren't eat peaches
From a hawthorn tree
Well she said it to me once
And then she said it again
Even though I try, I can't remember when

Well my residential woman
She's as fine as can be
Yeah my residential woman
She's the one for me
And I believe, yes I do believe
And I believe to the depths
Of my dark black soul
Like I used to believe in sweet rock and roll
I believe to the depths of my pure white soul
Like I still believe in sweet jelly roll
She got me, she got me in her clutches

Well my very special woman said yesterday
She's always economic when I'm going away
Well I turn around and say
She's got no reason to fear
Cos I'm always economic when
You're sitting right here

My very special woman she's the one for me
My residential woman
She's as sweet as can be
Well I believe, yes I believe

I believe to the depths of my hard luck soul
Like I used to believe in sweet jelly roll
Believe to the depths of my pure white soul
I used to believe in sweet rock and roll
She got me, yeah, she got me in her clutches
Sweet clutches every kind of clutches
Those clutches

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Writer(s): JOHN MARTYN