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Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, madam |
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Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today |
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She is sorry to be delayed |
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But last evening down in lover's lane she strayed, madam |
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Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today |
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When she woke up and found that her dream of love was gone, madam |
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She ran to the man who had lead her so far, far astray |
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And from under her velvet gown |
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She drew a gun and shot her lover down, madam |
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Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today |
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When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, madam |
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When they strung her up on the old willow across the way |
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The moment before she died |
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She lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam |
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Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today |
