I'd like you to meet my last queen, Over there large as life She's been hanging there for almost a week, My poor late wife;
What do think of the colour of her skin, It has the bloom of a rose, You see she begged me to bring a certain painter in, And for that picture in her bedroom she would pose;
Well after a while he was driving me mad, As you could well understand, Sitting in there, day after day, With my wife in the palm of his hand...
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