Well courtesans
Shed no tears
When you leave them
High and dry
They just go on
They just go on
To the next guy
'Cause courtesans
Only want
Compensation
For their time
A few kind words
A few kind words
They need not one

A sable coat
Maybe a hat
How I wish
I could be like that
But courtesans

Are not like me
They won't take
Love very hard
Their hearts are free
Their hearts are free
How avant garde

If no one loves them
When they're old
They'll sit
And count
Their chains of gold
You say
You'll love them
'Til they die
And they don't care
If it's a lie
'Cause courtesans
Don't believe
In anybody
But themselves
And Santa Claus
And Santa Claus
And his twelve elves