| It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying
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| That a man like you can waste him time
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| On women of her kind
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| Yes I can understand that she amuses
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| But to let her stroke you,
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| Stroke your hair,
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| That`s hardly in your line
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| It’s not that I object to her profession
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| But she doesn’t fit in well
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| With what you teach and say
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| It doesn’t help us if you’re nconsistent
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| They only need a small excuse
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| To put us all away
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| Who are you to criticise her?
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| Who are you to despise her?
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| Leave her, leave her, let her be now
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| Leave her, leave her, she’s with me now
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| If your state is clean — then you can throw stones
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| If your state is not — then leave her alone
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| I’m amazed, that man like you can be so
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| Shallow, thick and slow
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| There is not a man among you who
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| Knows or cares if I come or go
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| No, you’re wrong! |
| You’re very wrong!
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| How can you say that?
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| Not one — not one of you! |