Crossing my legs in high society
Pipe smoking delight
With displays of great propriety
Making myself seen as a sight
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In the company of such celebrated fellows
Their leathery skin breathing gold
Ruddy cheeks working like bellows
Telling stories of past tales told
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I rest a languid arm on a pillow of chiffon
As a naked passerby faults and blunders
Its a servant called into the salon
His arms are full of lotions and wonders
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Every man has a twinkle in his eye
The one on the left i am methodically garnishing
And give my moustache a twist to make it wry
If you lick my lips i'll down my pants brandishing
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