Banjoist and I Were Not To Be
I fell in love with a banjoist who was playing in a gym
He had blackshank but I did not know when I fell in love with him.
I was a carhop drawing caricatures at a Diner named Big Jim.
We knew we would have to live in a tent our future rather dim.
We figured necessary expenses. What could we truly trim?
Electricity, rent, and water. We felt we really needed them.
Our leap of faith would put us way out on a frugal limb.
Due to our future abject poverty I had to release him.
A millionaire named Monique later married him on a whim.
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