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My friends are fainter-hearted ones we’d ‘ere address them well
At least the proud and perfect sons whose knees start to swell
The swains and the swan girls in polka dots and pearls
Hearts as hard as punishment and eyes as dim as candles

It’s a question of the voice to which you will attend
One that‘s there to flatter you, the other to defend
You’d drink it down immediately and made her confess
The shame of the wearer of that poor borrowed dress

Now we choose from everything and life’s so long and lank
Money can’t buy anything, there’s nothing in the bank
Put away your crinolines, your silk and your lace
Or hide among your mother’s skirts and never show your face

But it’s a question of the voice that you decide to use
One that’s there to comfort you, all o’ers to seduce
You’ve got nothing left to lose and no one to impress
You’ve never looked so fine as in that poor borrowed dress

So it’s a question of the voice that you decide to use
One that’s there to comfort you, the o’ers to seduce
You’ve got nothing left to lose and no one to impress
You never looked so fine as in that poor borrowed dress