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Miss Otis regrets |
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She's unable to lunch today |
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Madam, Miss Otis regrets |
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She's unable to lunch today |
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She is sorry to be delayed |
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But last evening |
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Down in Lover's Lane she strayed |
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Madam, Miss Otis regrets |
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She's unable to lunch today |
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When she woke up and found |
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That her dream of love was gone |
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Madam, she ran to the man |
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Who had lead her so far astray |
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And from under a velvet gown |
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She drew a gun and shot her lover down |
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Madam, Miss Otis regrets |
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She's unable to lunch today |
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When the mob came and got her |
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And dragged her from the jail |
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Madam, they strung her |
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From the old willow cross the way |
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And the moment before she died |
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She lifted up her lovely head and cried |
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Madam, Miss Otis regrets |
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She's unable to lunch today |
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Miss Otis regrets |
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She's unable to lunch today |
