Pretty Girl - Poem by gershon hepner
Berlin sang a pretty girl
is like a melody, deserving
far more than rubies or a pearl,
not offered thm by Berlin Irving.
The positive, sang Arlen, Mercer,
must be accentuated, I
may tell her I will reimburse her,
if she's prepared with me to lie.
I'd like to have one nightly, daily,
though the company I keep,
coming home with me, Bill Bailey,
unfortunately must be cheap.
I've got the right to sing the blues
if she won't let me be her beau, though
once she's decided to refuse
should Mr. In-between go solo?
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