To her,—but think
Of him who has to keep her;
And sans a wife
Let's spend our life
In bachelordom,—it's cheaper.
My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite,
My little sweet,
To her,—but think
Of him who has to keep her;
And sans a wife
Let's spend our life
In bachelordom,—it's cheaper.
Ma pauvre petite,
My little sweet,