| You know that I’ve been banished
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| From most counties, states, and towns
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| From Iowa to Paris, France
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| We made that list
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| We gathered up a group of gals
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| To do our bidding, Lord
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| These gals
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| It seems they can’t say no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| While the girls are laying down
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| With these
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| We grope from underneath the bed
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| Hunting down our take
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| Finished up, slow and spent
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| They spent more than they know
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| Thank God
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| I guess they can’t say no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| Once in DC city
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| The mayor came for a see
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| Proclaiming his importance
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| He asked for one for free
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| My flashed a grin
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| And lifted up her skirt
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| He bared it all for the city press
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| When they asked him, «Where's your shirt?»
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| the priest for a spin
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| We robbed him of his rosary
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| Before he did begin
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| He fell upon both his knees
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| Cried, «Gentlemen, be fair!»
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| Either way, it’s a sin
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| So we gave him his share
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| So he did…
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| We the trains of all the men
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| Who leap in for a go
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| They spy us hiding underneath the bed
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| But still, they can’t say no
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| Diamond rings, and money clips
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| And made of gold
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| Nothing’s quite as valuable
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| As our ladies in the know
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady
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| No, my lady, no |