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作词 : Reed |
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Lady Godiva here dressed so demurely |
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Pats the head of another curly haired boy |
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Just another toy |
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Sick with silence she weeps sincerely |
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Saying word that have oh so clearly been said |
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So long ago |
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Draperies wrapped gently 'round her shoulder |
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Life has made her that much bolder now |
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That she's found out how |
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Dressed in silk, Latin lace and envy |
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Pride and joy of the latest Penny Fair |
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Pretty passing care |
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Hair today now dipped in the water |
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Making love to every poor daughter's son |
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Isn't it fun? |
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Now today propping grace with envy |
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Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there |
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And hasn't a care |
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Doctor is coming the nurse thinks sweetly |
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Turning on the machines that neatly pump air |
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The body lies bare |
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Shaved and hairless what once was screaming |
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Now lies silent and almost sleeping |
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The brain must have gone away |
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Strapped securely to the white table |
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Ether caused the body to wither and writhe |
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Underneath the white light |
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Doctor arrives with knife and baggage |
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Sees the growth as just so much cabbage |
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That now must be cut away |
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Now come the moment of great, great decision |
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The doctor is making his first incision |
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One goes here |
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One goes there |
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The ether tube's leaking says someone who's sloppy |
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The patient it seems is not so well sleeping |
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The screams echo up the hall |
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Don't panic, someone give him pentathol instantly |
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Doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain |
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By my count of ten, the head won't move |
