Little girls, br You are gay, br Little factory girls, br At the end of your day. br There you stand, br Huddled close, br On the back of a tram, br Having taken your dose. br And you go br Through the gray br And the gold of the streets br At the close of the day, br Blind as moles. br You are crude, br You are sweet, little girls, br And amazingly rude, br But so fine br To be gay. br Gentle people are dull br At the end of the day.