OUT-RUN-BY-A-BOSSY-BRUTE-YES
She's very-much a runaway
who has run out of luck.
She has run away more times
than Indian Rufus Buck.
She didn't live on a reservation
but now she is damn stuck
at home with a masterful man,
and by the brute is struck.
BLACK-EYED-JACKO
Eyes black as tar,
Jolly Jack... arrrr !
On his face a scar,
Jolly Jack... arrrr !
I repeat like a parrot,
Jolly Jack Tar, Jolly Jack Tar !
TAKE-CARE-THERE'S-THE-
MAN-TAKER-AT-THE-TILL
You think you're the 'It' girl.
You think you are Clara Bow.
You think you're a cute shopgirl
who knows all there is to know.
You take a man, take his money,
showing up again and again like a bad penny.
SWINGTIME
Friends will come,
friends will go.
One's enemies too.
And lovers also.
Boy to young man
upwards grow.
Youth to old-age
downwards go.
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