“Flirting with her gooey eyes,
Telling all her little white lies
Winking at him with eyes aglow,
Letting her impish smile show.
Falling for her ancient line
Golly, how can he be so blind
Running here and there she dashes,
Fluttering her mascaraed lashes.
Whispering in his sunburned ear,
Telling him she'd glad he's here.
Hanging around her they're like a blight
He's only the third one tonight.
Ringing of the telephone,
Getting her off her queenly throne
Skipping merrily up the stair
Hoping for another she could snare.
Knowing her I wouldn't give a dime
For that silly, two-timing sister of mine!”
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