  I DON’T feel like I used to feel no more; It seems as though I’d like to go away From where the racket’s goin’ on all day, And have her with me there, and she’d be sore At that rich dude who meets her at the door Back by the stage when she’s got through the play: I wish that she’d get sweet on me and say She never knew what lovin’ was before. I’ve got a tooth-brush now, and every night I wash my neck and ears: I don’t intend To chew tobacco any more, nor spend My change fer cigarettes; her teeth are white, And if she seen that mine were, too, she might Be liable to love me. Every time She looks at me it kind of seems that I’m All full of something tickel-ish and light. I’d like it if I knew some way to make My ears stay closer to my head and not Stick out the way they do, as though they’d got Unfastened and hung loose. I wish I’d wake To-morrow so good-lookin’ it would break Her heart unless I’d take her on the spot; And I could lick that dude if he got hot And made rough house when she’d give him the shake. If I could go away with her to where There wasn’t anybody else at all, And we could set around all day or loll Beside the cricks and never have to care When bells would ring, and all around us there The posies would be growin’ sweet and tall, I’d never mind if it was spring or fall— But still I s’pose she couldn’t live on air.
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