Ella Fitzgerald

'neath the stars, at bazaars
Often i've had to caress men
Five or ten, dollars then, i'd collect from all those yes-men
Don't be sad, i must add, that they meant no more than chess-men
Darling, can't you see?
'twas for charity?
Though these lips have made slips, it was never really serious
Who'd have thought, i'd be brought to a state that's so delirious?
I could cry salty tears
Where have i been all these years?
Little wow, tell me now
How long has this been goin' on?
There were chills up my spine
And some thrills i can't define
Listen sweet, i repeat