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Lady Godiva, so demurely,
Pats the of another curly-haired boy,
another toy.
Sick silence, she weeps sincerely,
Saying words that have oh so clearly said
So ago.
Draperies wrapped gently her shoulder,
Life has made her that much now
That she found out how.
Dressed in silk, latin and envy,
Pride and joy of the penny-fare,
passing care.
Hair now dipped in the water,
Making love to poor daughter's son,
it fun?
Now today, grace with envy,
Godiva peers to see if anyone's there
And a care.
"Doctor is coming," the thinks SWEETLY,
on the machines that NEATLY PUMP AIR.
The body bare.
Shaved and hairless, once was SCREAMING,
Now lies silent and SLEEPING.
The must have gone away.
SECURELY TO THE WHITE TABLE,
ETHER CAUSES THE TO WITHER AND WRITHE,
the white light.
THE DOCTOR ARRIVES WITH A AND BAGGAGE
SEES THE GROWTH, JUST SO CABBAGE
That now be cut away.
NOW COMES THE OF GREAT, GREAT DECISION.
THE DOCTOR IS HIS FIRST INCISION.
One here,
AND ONE THERE.
"The tube's leaking," says someone who's sloppy.
THE PATIENT, IT SEEMS, IS NOT SO SLEEPING.
The echo off the walls.
Don't panic -- give him pentathol instantly.
The removes his blade cagily slow from the brain.
BY MY OF TEN.
THE HEAD MOVE!
[N.B. text is sung by John Cale; UPPER-CASE TEXT
IS BY LOU REED.]