| Well, courtesans shed no tears
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| When you leave them high and dry
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| They just go on, they just go on
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| To the next guy
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| 'Cause courtesans only want
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| Compensation for their time:
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| A few kind words, a few kind words
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| They need not rhyme
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| A sable coat, maybe a hat
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| Oh, I wish I could be like that
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| But courtesans are not like me
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| They don’t take love very hard
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| Their hearts are free, their hearts are free
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| How avant-garde
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| If no one loves them when they’re old
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| They’ll sit upon their chains of gold
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| You say you’ll love them till you die
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| And they don’t care if it’s a lie
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| 'Cause courtesans don’t believe
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| In anybody but themselves
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| And Santa Claus, and Santa Claus
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| And his twelve elves |