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A Stripper She Was Not - An Artiste She Was I was 16 when I saw my first show A horny young kid and little did I know Me and my friends went to see the rage Of women dancing and baring all up there on the stage She was blond and beautiful, and there she stood While I had to sit, but not my manhood She truly was Montreal’s own Burlesque queen The likes of her, I and friends had never seen Her act was unusual, an unusual art form For she started her act that was not in the norm On stage she came in a tub of water and bubbles She washed her parts and boy I had troubles Then she stepped out all squeaky and clean My mouth agape at what I had just seen She dried herself off, and started to preen Then put her clothes on her nakedness hardly seen As you can tell parts of me did swell And I’m alive today so that I can tell The story of a woman called Lily St. Cyr There wasn’t another that could be called her peer |
Additional Notes:
Lily, although born in Minnesota, called Montreal her home. She performed at the Gayety Theatre
for years. At that time in the hey days of Montreal, getting in to see such a show was no problem
even though under age. As well, one could go into the bars and order a drink as long as one could
reach up to the bar to grab the drink! No wonder my parents sent me off to boarding school after
that!
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