You’ve got a farm with fancy sheep and heifers;
You’ve got a mare all curry-combed and glossy;
Purple silk socks and purple fancy weskits—
You’re a swell dresser.
You’ve got a mare all curry-combed and glossy;
Purple silk socks and purple fancy weskits—
You’re a swell dresser.
And what has Fate, the undeceitful, slipped me?
Only a small apartment out in Harlem,
And, with a trick of turning snappy Sapphics,
Scorn for the roughnecks.
Only a small apartment out in Harlem,
And, with a trick of turning snappy Sapphics,
Scorn for the roughnecks.
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