| Why do stage struck maidens clamor
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| To be actin’in the drammer?
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| We’ve heard say
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| You are gay
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| Night and day.
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| Oh, go 'way!
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| We drink water from a dipper,
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| You drink champagne from a slipper.
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| Tho’it seems cruel to bust
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| All your dreams,
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| Still I must;
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| Here’s the truth I tell you:
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| Life upon the wicked stage
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| Ain’t ever what a girl supposes;
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| Stage door Johnnies aren’t raging
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| Over you with gems and roses.
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| When you let a feller hold your hand (which
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| Means an extra beer or sandwich),
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| Ev’rybody whispers: «Ain't her life a whirl?»
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| Though you’re warned against a rou???¬??
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| Ruining your reputation,
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| I have played around
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| The one night trade around
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| A great big nation:
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| Wild old men who give you jewels and sables
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| Only live in Aesop’s Fables.
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| Life upon the wicked stage
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| Ain’t nothin’for a girl.
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| Though we’ve listened to you moan and grieve, you
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| Must pardon us if we do not believe you,
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| There is no doubt
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| You’re crazy about
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| Your awful stage!
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| I admit it’s fun
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| To smear my face with paint,
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| Causing ev’ryone
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| To think I’m what I ain’t,
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| And I like to play a demi-mondy role
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| With soul!
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| Ask the hero does he Like the way I lure
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| When I play a hussy
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| Or a paramour,
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| Yet when once the curtain’s down
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| My life is pure,
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| And how I dread it!
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| Life upon the wicked stage
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| Ain’t ever what a girl supposes,
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| Stage door Johnnies aren’t raging
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| Over you with gems and roses.
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| If some gentleman would talk with reason
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| I would cancel all next season.
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| Life upon the wicked stage
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| Ain’t nothin’for a girl!
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| You’d be back the season after! |