Madam Life`s a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: She`s the tenant of the room, He`s the ruffian on the stair. You shall see her as a friend, You shall bilk him once or twice; But he`ll trap you in the end, And he`ll stick you for her price. With his kneebones at your chest, And his knuckles in your throat, You would reason — plead — protest! Clutching at her petticoat; But she`s heard it all before, Well she knows you`ve had your fun, Gingerly she gains the door, And your little job is done.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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