Alice was a sweet girl, now she is dead
Alice was a shy girl, at least so I think
Alice hadn’t danced or had any drink
Alice thought us boys had too quick hands, she told
her best friend Betty who said I was bold
Alice graduated unkissed, untouched, pure
Alice graduated uncharmed I’m sure
so Alice had no experience that night
when Alice had to put up such a fight
some say Alice kicked and clawed and scratched and bit
the night Alice was introduced to it
by the man her parents chose for her, you see,
the man they thought was suave as suave could be
who she said demanded kisses first then more
stripped her less than an hour from her door
enjoyed her several ways before taking home
what Betty hardly recognized next day
Alice then spent three days with her folks undeared
whatever they told her her must not have cheered
on the third night while her parents slept she wrote
what their lawyer called a vindictive note
then shot herself and fell into a noose
that broke her neck, the two turned her soul loose
she was determined, Betty judged, to make sure
no Alice anyone wanted would endure
newspapers crucified her, tv did worse
preachers cited Bible chapter and verse
Betty stayed with Alice’s folks all that time
prepared their food, kept house, listened to whines
and somehow six weeks later they both died
poisoned by something like insecticide
three nights later Mr. Suave got himself killed
in what police called a robbery turned shrill
Alice was a sweet girl, everybody said
Alice was a sweet girl, now she is dead
and Betty and I drink to her memory
whenever we hear justice’s trickery
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