Ladies of leisure, with their eyes on the back roads --- All looking for strangers, to whom they extend welcomes With a smile and a glimpse of pink knees and elbows; Of satin and velvet --- good ladies, good fortune. Ladies. They sing of their heroes: of solitary soldiers Invested in good health and manner most charming. Whose favors are numbered (none the less well intended) By hours in a minute; by those ladies who bless them. Ladies.