Miss Lovebody's Lament

Sings—
I've got all the gen on handling men my dear Narcissus
I know a girl can't fail to win a male with red-hot kisses
I used to be, universally, known by all the boys as "Cuddles"
Though now, I find, I am more refined, I can still get hot when I've wined and dined.
And the Shiek, I feel can't resist appeal like mine, dear Plato
In a week that man will be weaker than a mashed potato
He just won't know what's hit him,
And then I shall outwit him,
And while he craves romance I'll slip the rights out of his pants.

The Crook's Cantata

Just remember what I've told you three,
I don't want any foolery;
Just get the Sheik whle we're at sea
And get those mining rights.

Miss L.—
You may rely on me, I'm sure,
For he'll be looking for armour
So I'll turn on some French allure
And strip down to my tights.

S. and FGS.—
And f the dame don't get the Boss,
Remember still that we
Will, by no means, be at a loss
Though we'll be all at sea.
Excuse us if we do not stay,
Our crook's tour's on its merry way,
And if you think crime doesn't pay
Your're due for several frights.