Chapter 17

Little Cinderella

Look me over, kid!I knows I’m neat,—Little Cinderella from head to feet.Drinks all night at Club Alabam,—What comes next I don’t give a damn!Daddy, daddy,You sho’ looks keen!I likes men that are long and lean.Broad Street ain’t got no brighter lightsThan your eyes at pitch midnight.

Look me over, kid!I knows I’m neat,—Little Cinderella from head to feet.Drinks all night at Club Alabam,—What comes next I don’t give a damn!Daddy, daddy,You sho’ looks keen!I likes men that are long and lean.Broad Street ain’t got no brighter lightsThan your eyes at pitch midnight.

Look me over, kid!I knows I’m neat,—Little Cinderella from head to feet.Drinks all night at Club Alabam,—What comes next I don’t give a damn!

Look me over, kid!

I knows I’m neat,—

Little Cinderella from head to feet.

Drinks all night at Club Alabam,—

What comes next I don’t give a damn!

Daddy, daddy,You sho’ looks keen!I likes men that are long and lean.Broad Street ain’t got no brighter lightsThan your eyes at pitch midnight.

Daddy, daddy,

You sho’ looks keen!

I likes men that are long and lean.

Broad Street ain’t got no brighter lights

Than your eyes at pitch midnight.

Streets

Avenues of dreamsBoulevards of painMoving black streamsShimmering like rain.

Avenues of dreamsBoulevards of painMoving black streamsShimmering like rain.

Avenues of dreamsBoulevards of painMoving black streamsShimmering like rain.

Avenues of dreams

Boulevards of pain

Moving black streams

Shimmering like rain.

Lewis Alexander.


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