London is Just a City

I made a girl [carved out of soap] With jelly skirts and skipping rope But then they stole the girl from me And while they wore black hooded shirts Used her to keep their faces clean Re-made a girl [of Listerine] She was the queen [of nothing much] Yet such a sight had not been seen. She was a saint, [but not pristine] She was a whore, [but awfully shy.] And cried to go see London’s streets “It’s just a city,” I’d reply. I never liked her much again All that she’s good for is the pen Of someone not from London-town Without an accent [or a crown.]