Too many parties and too many pals Will break your heart someday Too many boyfriends and sociable sals Will drive your sweetheart away
Gentlemen of the jury the judge's speech began The scene was a crowded courtroom and the judge a sterned old man This prisoner here before you is a social enemy A lady of the evening and you know the penalty
Her eyes reflect the nightlife, her cheeks they're red with paint But I knew her mother gentlemen, why her mother was a saint Now, I know that she's not like her and yet she might have been If it hadn't been for pettin' parties, cigarettes and gin
We took the night life off the streets and brought into our own homes While girls beat time with lipstick and the streaks of saxophones We opened up the underworld to the ones we loved so well So tell me gentlemen is it right to send her to a cell?
If she drinks while you taught her and if she smokes you showed her how So gentlemen do you think it's right to condemn her now? And when you're in that juryroom just remember there and then That for every fallen woman why, there's a hundred fallen men
And before you render a verdict on what this girl has done Just remember there's a man to blame and that man might be your son Now, gentlemen that's my story my testimony stands This girl is my own daughter and the case is in your hands
Those Broadway roses and prevalent sounds At too many parties and too many palsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
