Courtesans

Where courtesans shed no tears

When men leave them high and dry

They just go on, they just go on

To the next guy

For courtesans only want

Compensation for their time

A few kind words, a few kind words

They need not want

A sable coat, maybe a hat

Oh, I wish I could be like that

But courtesans are not like me

They don'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 sit upon their chains of gold

You say you'll love them till you 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