She'd a hopeless start
In life grim game,
No family or fortune –
Not even a name,
But an eye for a hearth
A tooth for sweets
And a character founded
On corners of streets.
Think I care about being thrown out of here? Some day I'll be thrown out of the Ritz!
Ah, these first nights! They begin with aspirations – and end with Aspirin.
It was on just such a peaceful morning that the French Revolution started.
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