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My mother was a flapper

back in ninteen twenty two

her hair was bobbed and curly

and was also tinted blue

She worked inside McCrories store

behind the candy bin

and the boys all liked my mother

for she was tall and slim

At the Charleston, she was very good

and other dances too

and she lways went each friday night

to dance an hour or two

Her hats all had fluffy feathers

and the fringes on her dress was neat

she had long black sparkley stockings

and high heels upon her feet

And she'd dance away the evening

in Orlando's big ball room

but they closed the door at midnight

whch to her was way too soon

But soon she met my Daddy

who was just an old farm boy

and he could not dance the Charleston

that which always brought her joy

He ask her then to marry him

and she wondered what to do

for if she married Daddy

there'd be no more high heeled shoes

But she really loved my Daddy

and told him she loved him very much

so she became a simple house wife

and lived her life as such

That was many, many years ago

and to them, their life was full and good

cause she taught my  Dad the Charleston

which he never understood

Now inside my Mohers closet

was a trunk with rusty hinges

inside, a pair of sparkley hose and high heel shoes

and a black dress with lots of fringes

And on each year they were together

on their anniversery day

she looks at her clothes with no regret

of the life she gave away