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she was all ribbons and lace
and paints on her face
and so she'll remain forever
her dancer's grace, she was light as a feather
now she's as a sack of potatoes
her hair tied with bows, she did that for me
demure in pose in black lingerie
o the trouble she took over me
heels, stockings, and girdle
you should have heard her gurgle
she went
gurgle gurgle