The Price You Pay

Now children, listen well
Unto the tale I will tell
Of little Lulubelle
And her dancing
Ensnared by glossy magazines
She wore immodest clothes
And soon became the kind of girl
That everybody loathes
Oh, what a price you pay
When you go dancing today
Oh, what a price you pay
For your dancing
Lulubelle «made the scene»
I think you know what I mean
Lulubelle drank caffeine
And read novels
She wore make-up and learned to drive
And went around in pants
She got a job, and spoke to men
Corrupted by the dance
Oh, what a price you pay
When you go dancing today
Oh, what a price you pay
For your dancing
She ate whatever she felt like
Without a hint of shame
She cut her hair! She burns in Hell
Her dancing was to blame
Oh, what a price you pay
When you go dancing today
Oh, what a price you pay
For your dancing
Oh, what a price you pay
When you go dancing today
Oh, what a price you pay
For your dancing