Suzanne

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Suzanne

Suzanne was a lady, with plenty of class
Who knocked the boys dead, when she wiggled her

Eyes at the fellows, as girls sometimes do
To make it quite plain, that she wanted to

Go for a walk, or a stroll through the grass
Then hurry back home, for a nice piece of

Ice cream and cake, and a piece of roast duck
Then after the meal, she was ready to

Go for a walk, or a stroll on the dock
With any young man, with a sizeable

Roll of green bills, and a pretty good front
And, if he talked nice, she would show him her

Little pet dog, who is subject to fits
And maybe let him grab a'hold of her

Little white hand, with a movement so quick
Then, she would lean over and tickle his

Chin while she showed what she once learned in France
And asked the poor fellow to take off his

Coat while she sang, "Off The Mandalay Shore"
For whatever she was, Suzanne was no bore


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