Susanne was a lady
With plenty of class,
Who knocked them all dead, 
when she wiggled her

Eyes at the fellows,
As girls sometimes do 
To make it quite plain,
That she was willing to,

Take in a movie,
Or go for a sail,
Then hurry right home,
For a nice piece of,

Chocolate cake 
And a slice of roast duck,
And after the meal,
She was ready to,

Go for a stroll 
On the dock,
With any young man,
With a sizeable

Roll of big bills,
And a pretty good front,
And if he moved fast,
He could take hold of her,

Little pet dog,
Who was subject to fits,
And if he moved fast,
He could take hold of her,

Lilly white hands,
With a movement so quick
She would reach over, 
And tickle his,

Chin while she sang,
The Indian Shore,
for whatever she was,
Susanne was no bore...