Lyrics

Too many parties and too many pals Will break your heart someday Too many boyfriends and sociable Sals Will drive your sweetheart away Gentlemen of the jury the judge's speech began The scene was a crowded courtroom and the judge a stern old man This prisoner here before you is a social enemy A lady of the evening and you know the penalty Her eyes reflect the nightlife her cheeks they're red with paint But I knew her mother gentlemen, why her mother was a saint Now I know that she's not like her and yet she might have been If it hadn't been for petting parties, cigarettes and gin We took the night life off the streets and brought in to our own homes While girls beat time with lipstick and their shreiks of saxophones We opened up the underworld to the ones we loved so well So tell me gentlemen is it right to send her to a cell If she drinks, why you taught her and if she smokes you showed her how So gentlemen do you think it's right to go and condemn her now And when you're in that jury room just remember there and then That for every fallen woman, why there's a hundred fallen men And before you render a verdict on what this girl has done Just remember there's a man to blame and that man might be your son Now gentlemen that's my story, my testimony stands This girl is my own daughter and the case is in your hands Those Broadway roses and prevalent sounds At too many parties and too many pals
Writer(s): Mort Dixon, Billy Rose, Ray Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out