Lady Godiva here dressed so demurely
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Pats the head of another curly haired boy, just another toy
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Sick with silence she weps 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 faire
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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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Straped securly 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
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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--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
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cagily slow from the brain
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By my count of ten--
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the head won't move
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Lady Godiva's Operation
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| The Velvet Underground |
