| Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today,
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| Madam, Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today,
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| She’s sorry to be delayed,
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| But last evening down in lovers lane she strayed,
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| Madam, Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today.
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| When She woke up and found that her dream of love was gone,
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| Madam, She ran to the man who had led her so far astray,
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| And from under her velvet gown,
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| She drew a gun and shot her lover down,
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| Madam, Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch to day.
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| When the Mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail,
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| Madam, they strung her apon the willow across the way,
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| And the moment before she died,
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| She lifted up her lovely head and cried,
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| Madam, Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today. |