Too many parties and too many pals
Will break your heart someday
Too many boyfriends and sociable sounds
Will drive your sweetheart away
Gentlemen of the jury, the judge's speech began
The scene was a crowded courtroom and the judge a stern old man
This prisoner here before you is a social enemy
A lady of the evening and you know the penalty
Her eyes reflect the nightlife
Her cheeks are red with paint
But I knew her mother, gentlemen
Why her mother was a saint
Now, I know that she's not like her
And yet she might have been
If it hadn't been for pettin' parties
Cigarettes and gin
We took the night life off the streets
And brought it in our own homes
While girls beguiled with lipstick
[Incomprehensible] saxophones
We opened up the underworld
To the ones we loved so well
So, tell me gentlemen
Is it right to send her to a cell?
If she drinks well you taught her
And if she smokes you showed her how
So gentlemen, do you think it's right
To go and condemn her now?
And when you're in that jury room
Just remember there and then
That for every fallen woman
Why there's a hundred fallen men
And before you render a verdict
On what this girl has done
Just remember there's a man to blame
And that man might be your son
Now, gentlemen that's my story
My testimony stands
This girl is my own daughter
And the case is in your hands
Those Broadway roses and [Incomprehensible] sounds
Had too many parties and too many pals

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