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Sweet cream ladies, forward march; |
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The world owes you a living |
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Sweet cream ladies, do your part, |
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Think of what you're giving |
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To the lost and lonely people of the night |
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Out of need, they seek direction for their life |
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They will love you in the darkness, |
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Take advantage of your starkness, |
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And refuse to recognize you in the light |
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Sweet cream ladies, forward march; |
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Think what you're providing |
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Sweet cream ladies, show your starch; |
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What's the use of hiding? |
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Tell the socialites to look the other way; |
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It's instinctive stimulation you convey |
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It's a necessary function, |
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Meant for those without compunction, |
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Who get tired of vanilla every day |
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Sweet cream ladies forward march; |
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Puritans ignore them |
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Sweet cream ladies do their part; |
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Sweet cream men adore them |
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Let them satisfy the ego of the male |
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Let them fabricate success to those who fail, |
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And should penalties pursue them, |
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When there's really credit due them, |
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They might keep a simple fellow out of jail! |
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Sweet cream ladies, forward march. O-o-o |