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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 clamour
Noses are red and cheeks are white
Where the hell’s our glamour?
Where the hell’s our glamour?
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
A plum becomes a prune
A joke becomes a pun
And daughters of the moon
Must stray beneath the sun
Let them earn honest drachma
While the moral girls are yawning
A policeman’s lost
His ladies of the evening
In the morning
So start the day
The Police Department way
With the ladies of the evening
In the morning
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Rodgers & Hart Lyrics – Ladies of the Evening