a replica
a replicain a gun shell
it's hell
it's hell
but it sells
she was you
you were her
different schemes
on the same scene
for carbon dreams
talk easy
nearly flimsy
but she paid those dues
for a redder carpet
there's simply a market
for a smiling Scarlet
fantasy tea
where pots are replaced
if broken by a frown
the best in town
far better if swallowed down
Jackie paid a quarter for a dollar
and the stage became her mother
the glamour her founding father
ask her where she goes at night
when the starlit is fast asleep
you'll get that famous smile
with a spectularly rehearsed gleam
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