Ladies of leisure, With their eyes on the back roads. All looking for strangers, To whom they extend welcomes With a smile and a glimpse of Pink knees and elbows; Of satin and velvet Good ladies, good fortune. Ladies.
They sing of their heroes: Of solitary soldiers Invested in good health And manner most charming. Whose favors are numbered (None the less well intended) By hours in a minute; By those ladies who bless them. Ladies.