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Since the soul of Carmen Miranda had captured the mind of manDismissed with her generation for the price of a can-canConsigned to the sideshows of history, with the patronized orphans of filmShe seeded the bait and offered the faint hope of chance to innocent menIn love with the trance of her dancesAnd abandoned by themAnd abandoned by themShe called in the boysShe remembered their names, and the sorry condition they came inThe dances were soiled, they spun and recoiledFrom the master tapdancer inside them, beside themThe soul of Carmen Miranda had captured the mind of manDismissed with her generation for the price of a can-canThe soul of Carmen Miranda for the price of a can-canThe soul of Carmen Miranda for the price of a can-can From Letras Mania