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Musical: 70, Girls, 70
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I used to know a lady known as Emma Finch, Emma Finch, Emma Finch, She had a kleptomania that made her pinch Any article she saw. She liked to spend the afternoon at Bloomingdale's, Bloomingdale's, Bloomingdale's, But Emma's way of going to the bargain sales Was a bit beyond the law. Emma took along a shopping bag, Emma took along a shopping list, Emma thought whatever Bloomie's lost Bloomie's never missed. She couldn't see the light, She wouldn't see the light, Emma never knew wrong from right, Which left her in the dark, unable to see the light. Emma saw a poochie And Emma cleared the bin, Emma Finch walked out of Bloomie's Weighing ten pounds more than when Emma walked in. Emma, like a lemur, Would tiptoe left to right. Emma's one dilemma Was the poor kid never could see the light. But things are never easy when you're at the top, At the top, at the top, Emma got to thinking that she oughta stop, Oughta check her goals again. "This penny-ante pilfering is just a bore, Such a bore, quite a bore, I really think I oughta use my talents more." So she started lifting men. Emma took along a shopping bag, Emma took along a shopping list, Any man at all who wasn't hers She could not resist. She couldn't see the light, She wouldn't see the light, Emma never knew wrong from right, Which left her in the dark, unable to see the light. But one of Emma's fellas made her very blue, Mighty blue, black and blue, Later in the clinic where they brought her to, She began to comprehend. "I've been an awful sinner in the way I stole, I mean the clothes I stole, and the men I stole. The Devil's reaching out, about to take my soul, I'd better make the Lord my friend." Emma put away her shopping bag, Emma got herself another plan, Emma went and put the poochies back And she returned that man. She cried "I see the light! Oh, yeah, I see the light!" Emma figured out wrong from right, Despite her swollen jaw, she finally saw the light! And now on Thursday night, Come down on Thursday night, Her talks are dynamite, Pray with Sister Emma, mister, and see the light!
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