| I used to be the first to laugh
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| When Mrs. Jennings took a bath
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| And left the window open for the neighbors
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| But had we looked, we might have seen
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| That she was really very clean
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| And given her the credit of her labors
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| And Mr. Jennings, where was he?
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| The man that we had asked to see
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| And who were we to think that it was funny
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| When as she raised her glass she said she wasn’t sure
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| He might be dead, or somewhere making love to all his money
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| She held her breath expectantly
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| While everybody stared at me
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| As I approached to greet Miss Mary Blooming (hello)
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| I tweaked her nose and kissed the tip
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| I wiped the powder from my lip
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| And just because I did, it left her fuming
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| I almost gave myself away when Captain Graves came up to say…
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| Glad to see me home and he was tickled
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| And now I’m sure I had excused the way I used to be abused
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| It was worth it all to see him tickled
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| Ha ha ha! |
| He he he! |
| Ooh!
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| The atmosphere was getting thick, the guy beside me looking sick
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| I would’ve helped, at least I thought I ought to
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| He flashed me an appearing grin, I stopped and took the feeling in
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| I wasn’t sure, but something told me not to
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| I knew I couldn’t take much more, I started making for the door
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| And as I passed my date, I let her kiss me
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| I grabbed my coat and stepped outside
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| I stuck my thumb out for a ride
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| Departing knowing they would never miss me
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| (Nighty night, little angels! Nighty night.) |