Old Fashioned Harlot

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This song is derived from Immortalia. This is a parody on the song "The Old Oaken Bucket".

Old Fashioned Harlot

How dear to my heart is the old-fashioned harlot
When fond recollection presents her to view,
The madam, the whorehouse, and beer by the carlot,
And e'en the delight of the old-fashioned screw.
You may talk as you like of these new innovations
Imported from France and of which I've heard tell,
But give me the natural, carnal sensations
Of the old-fashioned harlot whose surname was Belle.

How dear to my heart was the old-fashioned harlot
As she lay legs outstretched on her sumptuous bed,
While I, an impetuous horny young varlet,
Drove my dink to the hub in her spoiled maidenhead;
With her musk and her smile and her very bad grammar
She had cast over me quite a Paphian spell,
And I dearly delighted to fondle and cram her,
This old-fashioned harlot whose surname was Belle.

How dear to my heart was the old-fashioned harlot
Whose regular price was five dollars a leap,—
I was really quite fond of those women in scarlet
With whom I was wont, on occasion, to sleep;
You may sing as you please of the old-fashioned bucket
That hung or that swung in the moss-girdled well,
But give me a strumpet with leisure to fuck it
Like the old-fashioned harlot whose surname was Belle. 
 


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