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Poor Lillian
They called her Lil and she sure was a beauty,
She lived in a house of ill reputy,
From near and far men came to see
Lillian in her negligee.
She was gorgeous and she was fair,
She had peroxide golden hair,
But she was too fond of drink and rum,
She smoked marijuana and opium.
Smoked marijuana and opium.
Well day by day poor Lil grew thinner,
From insufficient vitamin in her,
She grew so hollow in her chest,
Why, she had to go around completely dressed.
Now clothes can may make a gal look cute,
But not in a house of ill repute.
Lillian's started loosing face
When she concealed her naval base.
She concealed her naval base.
Well she took up treatments in the sun,
She drank of hard liver emul-si-on,
She daily stuff herself with yeast,
Still her clientele decreased.
The men from whom a gal gets paid
Are want to see her bim-bomb-bay
The way she rolled was scientific,
It was really quite terrific.
It was really quite terrific.
So she went to the house physician,
To prescribe for her condition,
"Why, you have got," the doctor did say,
"Pernicious anem-i-a."
Well Lillian lay in her dishonor,
She felt the Devil's hand upon her,
She said, "My sins I now repent,
"Gonna cost you fifty cent.
"Gonna cost you fifty cent."
Now Lillian's gone to kingdom come
'Cause she couldn't stop from drinking rum.
Now her love life she makes nothing of it
Though in heaven she could make a profit
But Lillian found it hard to tell
What on Earth the men had liked so well
She complained those heavenly ghosts though male (?)
Send me down to hell because the Devil's got a tale.
Down to hell because the Devil's got a tale.
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