| There are ladies, illegal X’s
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| Mona Lisa’s, well connected
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| They may be shady, English roses
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| Blue blooded, turned up noses
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| Money talks, see what it catches
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| Postage paid, no strings attached
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| She’s a honey, she’s a tramp
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| Roaring twenties, molls and vamps
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| Wrap her up, she is all I need
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| Wrap her up, I only get one chance
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| Beasts and beauties, but they all can dance
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| Wrap her up, I’ll taker her home with me Wrap her up, she is all I need
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| Wrap her up Give her to me, wrap her up Is she foreign, legs eleven
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| Italian girls, take me to heaven
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| You pretty babies, from Paris, France
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| Crazy horses, love to dance |