Dorothy Parker - Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last BirthdayDorothy Parker - Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday
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So let me have the rouge again,
And comb my hair the curly way.
The poor young men, the dear young men
They`ll all be here by noon today.
And I shall wear the blue, I think-
They beg to touch its rippled lace;
Or do they love me best in pink,
So sweetly flattering the face?
And are you sure my eyes are bright,
And is it true my cheek is clear?
Young what`s-his-name stayed half the night;
He vows to cut his throat, poor dear!
So bring my scarlet slippers, then,
And fetch the powder-puff to me.
The dear young men, the poor young men-
They think I`m only seventy!
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