If a bitch had two legs to walk on,
A blouse to wear and pants to shake,
An air to disdain and a blood-thinned vein
Would you retire for the moment
And give her way?
Or, ambitious, still, would you pout and stay on
All along? Yes, I’m talking to you
I can see you hear me in the wilderness
Walking like Her Grace and caressing your Ace
Laying the cards down neat. Will you make the way?