As a beauty I am not a star,
There are others more handsome by far,
But my face, I don't mind it.
For I am behind it;
It's the people in front that I jar.
Ruth rode in my new cycle cart
In the seat in back of me;
I took a bump at fifty-five,
And rode on ruthlessly.
There are others more handsome by far,
But my face, I don't mind it.
For I am behind it;
It's the people in front that I jar.
Ruth rode in my new cycle cart
In the seat in back of me;
I took a bump at fifty-five,
And rode on ruthlessly.
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