There are lots of them
Who have more charms
And who don't have
The penny in their stocking.
Stoney,
Trotteuses,
They walk in the evening,
When it's dark,
On the sidewalk.
The frizzy hair,
The broken kidneys,
The jaded breasts,
The worn feet.
Stoney,
Walkers,
They walk in the evening,
When it's dark,
On the sidewalk.
They go like that,
Here, that way,
Calling the a-
-mour who s 'goes ...
Stoney,
Walking girls,
A's walk in the evening,
When it's dark,
On the sidewalk.
A's they ran out of bread,
Because the chopin
Is not rupin...
it's rabbit.
Pierreuse,
Trotteuses,
They walk in the evening,
When it's dark,
On the sidewalk.
They ran out of fire,
They pray to God
What a good fire
To heat their stake.
Stone,
Walkers,
They walk in the evening,
When it's dark,
On the sidewalk.
Chist with gentle eyes,
That you are dead for us,
Heat the earth where-
-that we make their holes.
Stone,
Walkers,
A's walk in the evening,
When it's dark,
On the sidewalk.

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