  SOME people make me sick. They act as though They’d leased this hemisphere. See that boy there, The way he tilts his head up in the air And struts around so everybody’ll know He’s cut his second teeth. Now watch him go And ask about the telegrams. I’ll bet Nobody ever telegraphed him yet, Or if they did it’s comin’ mighty slow. When she was operatin’ yesterday He leaned against the railin’, lookin’ wise And spoilin’ blanks and makin’ goo-goo eyes. I wish he’d pay his bill and go away, Or that she’d slap his face for gettin’ gay. When fellows hang around a girl to buzz Her hours at a time the way he does I wonder how they think of things to say? Mike says he never seen a woman yet That hated men fer showin’ them they’d like To take them in their lovin’ arms and hike Away to where nobody else could get. Mike says it doesn’t seem to make them fret When men get gone on them—I guess I’ll strike Out bold, because it must be so, fer Mike He’s had two wives, and knows a lot, you bet. There goes that dude again, confound the luck! I wish he’d get a telegram that said Some chap was comin’ here to punch his head, And he’d fergit how sweet she was, and duck: Mike says that when a fellow shows he’s struck A woman hardly ever raises Ned Or seems to get to wishin’ she was dead— Gee whiz! he’s went and give her chin a chuck.
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