This is the twelfth verse of The Ballad of May West.
Long past the age when most retire
She sang the Doors’ tune, Light My Fire
Her voice still good but not quite in its prime.
Though she’s now gone as consolation
We still have her invitation
So we’ll go up and see her, sometime.
This is the eleventh verse of The Ballad of May West.
Good girls to Heaven do repair
But bad girls travel everywhere
Your mother didn’t tell you but it’s true
That there will be some compensation
If you loose your reputation
And you won’t likely miss it if you do.