The lady was beautiful

The lady was dark

She wasn't too beautiful

But still left her mark

On volumes of history

And thousands of czechs

And all through the mystery

Of old devil sex

Josephine

Josephine

From the first was rather chic

As a tot

She would trot

Through the island of martinique

Her fortune was told

By and aged crone

Who prophesied fame and romance

Who hissed in her ear the outrageous idea

That she's also be empress of france

Josephine

Josephine

Had with men a set routine

And the people who thought that her technique was self taught

Didn't know josephine

Whatever she nearly did from five to fifteen

We know that she really did begin the

On first meeting bonaparte she murmured hells verse

You'll let down the from everything else

Jospehine

Josephine

Very seldom lost control

Though her wit

Was a bit

Over seasoned with sauce creole

She very soon married this short young man

Who talked about soldiers all day

But who wasn't above making passionate love

In a course rather causicam way

Jospehine

Wasn't keen

She made an ugly scene

Then napoleon cried

You are just talking through

Your jospehine

Jospehine

Josephine

Though a queen remained at home

While her lord was abroad

Sending postcards in code from rome

He often appeared with a three day beard

From austria poland or spain

And one dreadful night he arrived rather tight

Having mucked up the russian campaign

Josephine

Turning green

Cried whatever does this mean

Then napoleon cried whoops

I have lost all my troops

In the snow

Josephine