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Here's a little story that should make you cry |
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About two unhappy dames |
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Let us call them Lucy, X and Jessie, Y |
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Which are not their real names |
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Now Lucy has the purity |
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Along with the unsurety |
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That comes with being |
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Only twenty-one |
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Jessie has maturity |
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And plenty of security |
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Whatever you can do |
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With them she's done |
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Given their advantages |
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You may ask why |
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The two ladies have such grief |
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This is my belief |
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In brief, Lucy is juicy |
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But terribly drab |
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Jessie is dressy |
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But cold as a slab |
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Lucy wants to be dressy |
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Jessie wants to be juicy |
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Lucy wants to be Jessie |
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And Jessie, Lucy |
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You see, Jessie is racy |
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But hard as a rock |
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Lucy is lacy |
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But dull as a smock |
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Jessie wants to be lacy |
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Lucy wants to be Jessie |
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That's the sorrowful precis |
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It's very messy |
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Poor sad souls |
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Itching to be switching roles |
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Lucy wants to do what Jessie does |
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Jessie want to be what Lucy was |
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Now if you see Lucy, X |
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Youthful, truthful Lucy, X |
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Let her know she's better |
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Than she suspects |
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Now if you see Jessie, Y |
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Faded, jaded Jessie, Y |
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Tell her that she's sweller |
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Than apple pie |
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Juicy Lucy, dressy Jessie |
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Juicy Lucy, dressy Jessie |
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Lucy's a lassie |
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You pat on the head |
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Jessie is classy |
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But virtually dead |
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Lucy wants to be classy |
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Jessie wants to be Lassie |
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If Lucy and Jessie could only combine |
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I could tell you someone |
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Who would finally feel just fine |
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Juicy Lucy, just fine |
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Dressy Jessie, just fine |
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Juicy Lucy, just fine |
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Dressy Jessie |
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Tell 'em that they ought |
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To get together quick |
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'Cause getting it together |
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Is the whole trick, yeah |