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Poe - A rose is a rose

Ezebel...From Israel, Magots,

Who never read a book, And I drink Pernod through the night.
Charmed the literati, Jezebel...From Israel,
And a smile was all it took. Who never read a book,
I was laughing with Picasso, She charmed the literati
When she first entered the room, And a smile was all it took.
But Gershwin, Tristan, Tzara, Before her Joyce will babble,
And Man Ray saw her too. And Pound has gone insane,
There was never any doubt, Eliot is paralyzed by,
All would try to take her home, Thoughts of April rain.
But she refused their every move, When she refused Lenin,
Preferred to be alone. He vowed to start a war.
And a rose...A rose is a rose. Stravinsky beat The right of Spring,
Zelda had a breakdown, Right there on the floor.
Fitzgerald hit the bar. Chorus
His hand was broken, words were And then one night she's missing,
spoken, A riot soon began.
Didn't get too far. No one could stand the thought of
Hemmingway was smoother, Jezzie with another man.
More debonaire and fun, I raced down winding streets,
But he would say her repartee, I broke into her house.
Was meaner than a gun. You never guess who Jezebel,
Chorus: Was kissing on the couch.
And a rose... A rose...A rose is a rose...
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is a Hi Jezzie. Hi there, Gertrude.
rose... Am I interrupting something?
Said my good friend Gertrude Stein. A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is a
She knows that I go to the ol' Deux rose...