Tytuł: Ladies of the evening

• Wykonawca: Ray Charles
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[Ladies]
   Poor little daughters of the moon
   When the sun is dawning
   What is as sour as a day in June
   For the ladies of the evening
   In the morning?
   Lost is the music of the night
   For the daily clamor.
   Noses are red and cheeks are white.
   Where the hell's our glamour?
   Where the hell's our glamour!
  
   [Police]
   We let the burglars take their snatch
   To the shop for pawning.
   All that we ever aim to catch
   Is the ladies of the evening in the morning.
   All night they bring rich men to grief
   Till they have no cash left.
   Cops can't afford the good roast beef
   But we have the hash left.
  
   [All]
   A plum becomes a prune.
   A joke becomes a pun,
   And daughters of the moon
   Must stray beneath the sun.
   Let them earn an honest drachma
   While the moral girls are yawning.
   A policeman's lost
   Is ladies of the evening
   In the morning.
   So start the day
   The Police Department way
   With the ladies of the evening
   In the morning.