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*Dear Dorothy Dix,
I'm in an awful fix
I thought he was in love with me
But found he was only up to his all tricks
Dear Emily Post,
No wiser I than most
Please, exercise your nimble brain
And tell me how a girl can entertain a ghost

So, I'm writting to you for advice, ladies
The situation isn't very nice, ladies
I find myself completely at a loss, ladies
My heart and not my mind is boss*

So I walk a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast,
And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do
At the end of a love affair?

So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much,
And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd,
So that people are apt to stare.

Do they know, do they care, that it's only
That I'm lonely, and low as can be?
And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all.

So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much,
And the tunes I request are not always the best,
But the ones where the trumpets blare.

So I go at a maddening pace,
And I pretend that it's taking your place,
But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?

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