[UA] Avatar: the Lady

[Chad Underkoffler]

> Date: Thu, 5 Feb 2004 15:30:41 -0800 (PST)
> From: Jeff Wikstrom <jeffwik at 333.org>
> 
> The Lady
> 
> “Well she's all you'd ever want,
> She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner.
> Well she always knows her place.
> She's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner.”
> (“She’s a Lady,” Paul Anka by way of Tom Jones)
> 
> Attributes:  The Lady has no power of her own, but feeds on
> the men around and under her.  She cloys and assists, manages
> and manipulates.  [fill in later]

Suggest you look at these lyrics for channel ideas.

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Luck Be A Lady
They call you lady luck
But there is room for doubt
At times you have a very un-lady-like way
Of running out

You're on this date with me
The pickin’s have been lush
And yet before the evening is over
You might give me the brush

You might forget your manners
You might refuse to stay
And so the best that I can do is pray

Luck be a lady tonight
Luck be a lady tonight
Luck if you’ve been a lady to begin with
Luck be a lady tonight

Luck let a gentleman see
Just how nice a dame you can be
I know the way you’ve treated other guys you’ve been with
Luck be a lady with me

A lady never leaves her escort
It isn’t fair, it isn’t nice
A lady doesn’t wander all over the room
And blow on some other guy's dice

Lets keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, I’m the guy that you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight

A lady never flirts with strangers
She’d have a heart, she’d be nice
A lady doesn’t wander all over the room
And blow on some other guy's dice

Lets keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, I’m the guy that you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight

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This one might be some neat Flying Woman anti-Lady stuff, or
useful as occult countermeasures for the other PC's Trickster:
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Lady is a Tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn’t come late
She’d never bother, with people she’d hate
That’s why the lady is a tramp

Doesn’t like crap games, with barons and earls
Won’t go to harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won’t dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That’s why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She’s broke, but it’s oke
She hates California, it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

Doesn’t like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won’t go to harlem, in lincolns or fords
Won’t dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That’s why the lady is a tramp

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Can't go wrong with St. Francis of Hoboken, kids.

CU

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