| Lusty lady just died
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| Yes, that’s all the paper said
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| If they knew her story, Lord, they’d cry, yeah
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| And build a monument instead
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| Lusty lady in a smoke-filled room
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| Trying to raise a stranger’s child
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| He’d told her he’d be comin' home soon
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| But his youthful acts just drove him wild
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| So lusty, lusty lady, she was thinking
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| 'Bout all her so-called friends
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| They would not her help when times were low, no
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| So she hung a scarlet letter outside the door
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| Lusty, lusty lady just died
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| Yes, that’s all the paper said
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| If they knew her story, Lord, they’d cry, yeah
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| And build a monument instead
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| Oh, Lord!
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| Ah, many, many times the room drew
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| Mama moved me just to hide
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| All the strangers who took my place
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| As she took off her tower of pride
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| Lusty lady, I hope you can hear
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| 'Cause I done told the truth about you
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| Oh, sweet lady, I want you to know
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| I’m gonna love you 'til the day I die
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| Lusty, lusty lady, she just died
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| That’s all the papers said
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| If they knew her story, Lord, they’d die, yeah
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| And build a monument instead
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| Lusty, lusty lady, she just died
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| Yes, that’s all the damn paper said
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| If they knew her story, Lord, they’d cry, cry, cry
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| And build a monument instead
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| Oh, lusty, lusty lady, she just died
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| Ooh, that’s all the paper said
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| But if they knew her story, Lord, they’d cry… |