There was a dumb blonde named Lorraine
Who stood too close to a train.
—It went by so fast
—It tore off her ass
And now she ain't got no brain!
There was a smart blonde named Ruth
Who said, 'By God, it's the truth.
—Everyone makes fun
—'Cause my hair's like the sun
And they all think I'm dumb, for sooth.
But I'm really very smart
I just like to play the part.
—I pretend to be slow
—And fool them, you know
And I get what I want, it's an art.
Men don't like to be aware
That their girlfriends have brains up there
—So just ply me with things
—Like big diamond rings
And you can think what you like, I swear.'
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