They've come to find you, odalisque
As the light dies horribly
On a fire escape you walk
All rare, resolved to drop
And when they find you, odalisque
They will rend you terribly
Stitch from stitch, till all
Your linen limbs will fall
Lazy lady had a baby girl
And a sweet sound it made
La-ha!
Raised on pradies, peanut shells, and dirt
In the railroad cul-de-sac
La-ha!
And what do we do with ten baby shoes,
A kit bag full of marbles, and a broken billiard cue?
What do we do?
What do we do?
La-ha!
Fifteen stitches will mend those breeches right
And then rip them down again
La-ha!
Sapling switches will rend those rags all right
What a sweet sound it makes
La-ha!
And what do we do with ten dirty Jews,
A thirty-ought full of rock salt, and a warm afternoon?
What do we do?
What do we do?
Lay your belly under mine
You're naked under me, under me
Such a filthy, dimming shine
The way you kick and scream, kick and scream
And what do we do with ten baby shoes,
A kit bag full of marbles, and a broken billiard cue?
What do we do?
What do we do?
La-ha!
Lazy lady had a baby girl
And a sweet sound it made
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