Put your hands down your pants
Before your daddies do
What was lost
In times like those
That made me old
And kept me loose
Oh dear, my dears we are reduced
The waist above
The waist below
Oh dear, my dears what have we to lose
Tell your mothers they betrayed you so
Oh dear, my dears what else to lose
Tell your mothers they betrayed you so

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