| From the courtyard, I floated in
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| And watched it go down
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| Heard the cup drop;
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| Thought, «Well
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| That’s why they keep them around.»
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| The blackguard sat hard, down
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| With no head on him now
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| And I felt so bad
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| Cause I didn’t know how
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| To feel bad enough
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| To make him proud
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| By the time you read this
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| I will be so far away
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| Daddy longlegs, how in the world
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| Am I to be expected to stay?
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| In the night--
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| In the night, you may hear me call
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| Pa, stay your hand
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| And steel your resolve
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| Stay where you are
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| So long and tall
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| Here’s Lola--ta da!--to do
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| Her famous Spider Dance for you!
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| Lighten up your pockets!
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| Shake her skirts and scatter, there
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| A shrieking, six-legged millionaire
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| With a blight in his sockets
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| Miss Montez
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| The Countess of Lansfeld
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| Appealed to the King of Bavaria
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| Saying, «Pretty papa
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| If you are my friend--
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| Mister daddy longlegs, they are at it again!--
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| Can I see you?»
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| Poor Lola! |
| A tarantula’s mounting
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| Countess Lansfeld’s
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| Handsome brassiere
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| While they all cheer
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| And the old king fell from grace
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| While Lola fled
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| To save face and her career
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| You caught a fly, floating by
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| Wait for him to drown in the dust;
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| Drown in the dust of other flies
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| Whereby the machine is run
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| And the deed is done
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| Heaven has no word
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| For the way you and your friends
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| Have treated poor Louis
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| May god save your poor soul, Lola
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| (But there is nothing I adore
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| Apart from that whore’s black heart.)
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| Well, doesn’t that just beat all!
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| Miss Gilbert
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| Called to Castlemaine
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| By the silver dollar and the gold glitter!
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| Well, I’ve seen lots
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| But never, in a million years
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| Would think to see you, here
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| Though the long road
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| Begins and ends with you
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| I cannot seem to make amends
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| With you, Louis
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| When we go out
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| They’re bound to see you with me
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| At night, I walk in the park
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| With a whip
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| Between the lines
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| Of the whispering Jesuits
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| Who are poisoning you against me
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| There’s a big black spider
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| Hanging over my door
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| Can’t go anywhere, anymore
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| Tell me, are you with me?
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| I called to you, several times
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| While the change took place
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| And then arrived, all night
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| And I died
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| But all these songs
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| When you and I are long gone
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| Will carry on
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| Mud in your eye
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| You asked my hand
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| Hired a band
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| «In your heart is all that you need;
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| Ask and you will receive,» it is said
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| I threw my bouquet
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| And I knocked 'em dead
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| Bottle of white, bottle of red
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| Helpless as a child
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| When you held me in your arms
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| And I knew that no other
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| Could ever love me as you loved
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| But help me! |
| I’m leaving!
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| I remember everything
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| Down to the sound of you shaving--
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| The scrape of your razor
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| The dully-abrading black hair
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| That remained
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| When you clutched at me
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| That night I came upstairs, half-dead
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| And, in your kindness
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| You put me straightaway
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| In the cupboard
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| With a bottle of champagne
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| And then, later, on a train
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| It was dark out, I was half-dead
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| I saw a star fall into the sky
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| Like a chunk of thrown coal
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| As if god himself spat
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| Like a cornered rat
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| I really want you to do this for me
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| Will you have one on me?
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| It was dark; |
| I was drunk and half-dead
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| And we slept, knocking heads
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| Sitting up in the star-smoking air
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| Knocking heads like buoys
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| Don’t you worry for me!
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| Have one on me!
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| Meanwhile, I will raise my own glass
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| To how you made me fast
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| And expendable
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| And I will drink to your excellent health
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| And your cruelty
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| Will you have one on me?
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| --helpless as a child
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| When you held me in your arms
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| And I knew that no other
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| Could ever love me--
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| From the courtyard, I floated in
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| And watched it go down
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| Heard the cup drop;
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| Thought, «Well, that’s why
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| They keep them around.»
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| The blackguard sat hard, down
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| With no head on him now
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| And I felt so bad
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| Cause I didn’t know how
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| To feel bad enough
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| To make him proud
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| Well daddy longlegs, are you?
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| Daddy longlegs, are you?
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| Daddy longlegs, are you proud? |