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Oh, I'm just a floozy
An old-fashioned hussy
Trying to kiss you
It hasn't been easy
A lost little puppy dog
Runnin' away from the pound
Say, they break all my bones
With a stick and a stone
And don't say a word,
Cos of course it'll hurt
Lost little baby fox runnin' away from the hounds
Let's say that when they told me you're Russian  
Then my eyes did widen up ,
You and Mussorgsky
Could be good enough for this fool
And I'm playing for keeps
And I'm pitchin' my sheets
Like a tent on a campground
A lost little baby lamb
Hopin' that he  has been found
Won't you hold my hand
Through all these ups and downs?
And ups and downs and ups and downs?
And ups and downs and  ups and downs and ups and downs
(oh, I'm  just a floozy and old fashioned hussy)
And ups and downs and ups and downs?
Me, you, and Mussorgsky
And ups and downs and ups and downs?
And ups and downs and ups and downs and ups and downs
(oh, I'm  just a floozy and old fashioned hussy)
And ups and downs and ups and downs?
Me, you, and Mussorgsky
and ups and downs and ups and downs
And ups and downs and ups and downs?