| Gentlemen of the jury
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| The judge’s speech began
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| The scene was a crowded courtroom
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| And the judge a stern old man
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| This prisoner here before you
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| Is a social enemy
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| A lady of the evening
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| And you know the penalty
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| Her eyes reflect the nightlife
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| Her cheeks are red with paint
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| But I knew her mother, gentlemen
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| Why, her mother was a saint
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| Now, I know that she’s not like her
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| And yet she might have been
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| If it hadn’t been for
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| Pettin' parties, cigarettes and gin
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| We took the night life off the streets
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| And brought it in our own homes
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| While girls beguiled with lipstick
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| Danced to saxophones
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| We opened up the underworld
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| To the ones we loved so well
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| So tell me gentlemen
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| Is it right to send her to a cell
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| If she drinks, well, you taught her
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| And if she smokes, you showed her how
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| So gentlemen, do you think it’s right
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| To condemn her now
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| And when you’re in that juryroom
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| Just remember there and then
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| That for every fallen woman
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| There’s a hundred fallen men
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| And before you render a verdict
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| On what this girl has done
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| Just remember there’s a man to blame
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| And that man might be your son
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| Now gentlemen that’s my story
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| My testimony stands
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| This girl is my own daughter
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| And the case is in your hands
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| (Too many parties and too many pals.)… |