Here's to the woman the fairest of vine, She blooms every month and bears every nine She's the only chemist that was ever known, To extract the juice from a natural stone. Here's to the woman dressed in red, She makes her living laying in bed, Fifteen cents is the regular price, Give her a quarter and she'll do it twice, Give 50 cents and she'll do it once more, Give her 75c and she'll do it till sore.
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