Since the soul of carmen miranda had captured the mind of man Dismissed with her generation for the price of a can-can Consigned to the sideshows of history, with the patronized orphans of film She seeded the bait and offered the faint hope of chance to innocent men In love with the trance of her dances And abandoned by them And abandoned by them
She called in the boys She remembered their names, and the sorry condition they came in The dances were soiled, they spun and recoiled From the master tapdancer inside them, beside them
The soul of carmen miranda had captured the mind of man Dismissed with her generation for the price of a can-can The soul of carmen miranda for the price of a can-can The soul of carmen miranda for the price of a can-can
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