Lip-Stick Liz
Oh Lip—Stick Liz was in the biz, That’s the oldest known in history;
She had a lot of fancy rags, Of her form she made no myst’ry.
She had a man, a fancy man, His name was Alexander,
And he used to beat her up because he couldn’t understand her.
Now Lip—Stick Liz she loved her man And she couldn’t love no other
So when she saw him with a Broadway Blonde, Her rage she could not smother.
She saw him once and she saw him twice But the third time nearly crazed her,
So she walked bang into a hardware store, And she bought a brand new razor.
Now Lip—Stick Liz she trailed them two For she was tired of weeping;
She trailed them two, in a flash hotel And there she found them sleeping;
So she gashed them once and she gashed them twice Their ju’lar veins to sever,
And the bright blood flowed like a brook between. And their lives were gone forever.
Now Lip—Stick Liz went to the p’lice And sez she: “Me hands are gory,
And you’ll put me away in a deep dark cell When once you’ve heard me story.”
So they’ve put her away in a deep dark cell, Until her life be over
And what is the moral of the whole damn show, I wish I could discover.
Chorus:
Oh Lip—Stick Liz! What a lousy life this is.
It’s a hell of a break for a girl on the make,
Oh Lip—Stick Liz!
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