Here's a little story that would make you cry
About two unhappy dames
Let us call 'em Lucy "X" and Jessie "Y"
Which are not their real names
Now Lucy has the purity
Along with the unsurety
That comes with being only 21
Jessie has maturity and plenty of security
Whatever you can do with them, she's done
Given their advantages
You may ask why?
The two ladies have such grief
This is my belief, in brief
Lucy is juicy, but terribly drab
Jessie is dressy, but cold as a slab
Lucy wants to be dressy
Jessie wants to be juicy
Lucy wants to be Jessie
And Jessie, Lucy
You see, Jessie is racy
But hard as a rock
Lucy is lazy
But dull as a smock
Jessie wants to be lazy
Lucy wants to be Jessie
That's the sorrowful crazy
It's very messy
Poor, sad souls
Itching to be switching roles
Lucy wants to do what Jessie does
Jessie wants to be what Lucy was
Lucy's a lassie
You pat on the head
Jessie is classy
But virtually dead
Lucy wants to be classy
Jessie wants to be Lassie
If Lucy and Jessie could only combine
I could tell you someone
Who would finally feel just fine
