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People say a roving womanis likely not to be better than she ought to be;so, when I stray away from where I’ve got to be,someone always takes me home.A lady never should habituate saloons,and that is where I find myself on many afternoons.But just as I begin to blow away the foam,someone tips his hat to me and takes me home.People say a roving womanis likely not to be better than she ought to be;so, when I stray away from where I’ve got to be,someone always takes me home.Now, poker is a game a lady shouldn’t play,and every floatin’ poker game just seems to float my way.But long before I’ve lost a thing besides my comb,someone tips his hand to me and takes me home.Don’t see why they always do it -can’t be vanity; must be sheer humanity -when some kind soul remarks with great urbanity:'Lady, let me take you home.'Of course, there’s bound to be some little aftermathLetras de cancionesthat makes a pleasant ending for the straight and narrow path.And as I go to sleep, I cannot help but thinkhow glad I am that I was saved from cards and drink.People say a roving womanis likely not to be better than she ought to be;so, when I stray, there’s positively got to besomeone there to take me home. From Letras Mania