Beryl

  • Beryl was on another level
    When she got a Booker medal
    She was dead in her grave
    After all she gave
    After all she gave

    Beryl, every time they'd overlook her
    When they gave her a Booker
    She was dead in her grave
    After all she gave
    After all she gave

    It's all too late now
    It's all too late now
    It's too late, you dabblers, it's all too late
    It's too late, you dabblers, it's all too late

    Beryl, the tobacco overtook her
    When they gave her a Booker
    She was dead in her grave
    After all she gave
    After all she gave

    It's all too late now
    It's all too late now
    It's too late, you dabblers, it's all too late
    It's too late, you dabblers, it's all too late

    Beryl was on another level
    When she got a Booker medal
    She was dead in her grave
    After all she gave
    After all she gave
    After all she gave
    After all she gave Writer/s: MARK KNOPFLER
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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