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I wonder ef all wimmin air / Like Lizzie is when we go out / To theaters an' concerts where / Is things the papers talk about.
Do other wimmin fret an' stew / Like they wuz bein' crucified -- / Frettin' a show or concert through, / With wonderin' ef the baby cried?