Suzanne Was A Lady

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Suzanne Was A Lady

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 subjected 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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