Or Move to Alabama Where That Kind of Thing is Tolerated

You fell in love with fifteen boys
And dropped the slightest sense of poise
Teasing never got you far,
So now you live in a trailer park.

Working honest, working free:
A housewife in the first degree.
Your mother would instruct you thus:
To cook and clean and love and cuss.

That is, if she were with you now:
But you've already made your vow;
You fell in love with fifteen boys
And cleared right out of Illinois.

And not once have you hesitated
There was nothing much to be debated --
You could stay and have your life dictated;
Or, move to Alabama,
Where that kind of thing is tolerated.

The End

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