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Turn on the radio, come on the lope We're going to hear the First Lady plug for soap Maybe it's the kind that helps middle aged skin For to look middle aged is really a sin Maybe it's the baby's soap, mother wants to borrow So she will be beautiful 'bout this time tomorrow Maybe it's the kind movie stars all love Makes their skin soft and white as the clouds above. Maybe it's the kind that makes you smell so sweet Your Sweetheart will think you are good enough to eat. Maybe it's the kind to cure dishpan hands And makes you lovely in spit of worn out glands. Maybe it's the kind that fixes tattle tale gray And makes your clothes whiter day by day. Maybe it's the kind that bleaches just a shade And makes your colored things look like *** Maybe it's a new kind, so new, let us say That it's never been told about in My Day So turn on the radio, come on the lope We're going to hear the First Lady plug for soap. |
