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Too many parties and too many pals will break your heart someday |
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Too many boyfriends and sociable sounds will drive your sweetheart away |
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Gentlemen of the jury the judge's speech began |
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The scene was a crowded courtroom and the judge a stern old man |
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This prisoner here before you is a social enemy |
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A lady of the evening and you know the penalty |
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Her eyes reflect the nightlife her cheeks are red with paint |
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But I knew her mother gentlemen why her mother was a saint |
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Now I know that she's not like her and yet she might have been |
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If it hadn't been for pettin' parties cigarettes and gin |
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We took the night life off the streets and brought it in our own homes |
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While girls beguiled with lipstick danced to saxophones |
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We opened up the underworld to the ones we loved so well |
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So tell me gentlemen is it right to send her to a cell |
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If she drinks well you taught her and if she smokes you showed her how |
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So gentlemen do you think it's right to go and condemn her now |
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And when you're in that juryroom just remember there and then |
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That for every fallen woman there's a hundred fallen men |
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And before you render a verdict on what this girl has done |
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Just remember that there's a man to blame and that man might be your son |
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Now gentlemen that's my story my testimony stands |
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This girl is my own daughter and the case is in your hands |
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Those Broadway roses and credible sounds |
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Had too many many parties and too many pals |
