Well courtesans
Shed no tears
When you leave them high and dry

They just go on, they just go on
To the next guy
'Cause courtesans

Only want
Compensation for their time
A few kind words, a few kind words

They need not one

a sable coat, maybe a hat,

How I wish I could be like that
But courtesans



Are not like me
They won't take love very hard

Their hearts are free, their hearts are free
How avant garde


If no one loves them when they're old
They'll sit and count their chains of gold
You say you'll love them 'til they die

And they don't care if it's a lie
'Cause courtesans
Don't believe

In anybody but themselves
And Santa Claus, and Santa Claus
And his twelve elves