| The snitch, the snoop, the tattletale
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| Lead a threadbare up stairs
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| Adieu, my little ballyhoo
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| You broke my heart in two
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| And now I haunt the bars and scent those trite affairs
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| She went home to gather her comb
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| And caught him unawares
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| And there was her man enjoying the lay of the land
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| He took a walk in the dark with a dish from the stand
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| Girls and their creations
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| Tight in the brightest grenadine
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| But I’d take all that I’ve seen
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| For a Slow Drag with Josephine
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| Josephine, Josephine
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| But I’d trade all that I’ve seen
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| For a Slow Drag with Josephine
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| Gavotte, garrotes, Cotillions and slow Arabesques
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| Drum-rolls and Farandoles were all made in jest
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| But when you make that move
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| I can’t resist
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| When will you declare your armistice?
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| In another time and place a different fate was cast
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| He tried to skeddle-daddle-do
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| She might have slapped him
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| Just for saying «Grant one more chance before you pass»
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| «Then curse the nurse that named me the first or bury me at last»
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| And in three-quarter time
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| The true and the false
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| Dancing the «Hesitation Waltz»
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| Then comes the «Flirtation»
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| And temptation
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| Hip, hip hooray
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| Listen to what I say
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| Then you can take it away… |