Oh, Sister, Can You Spare Your Heart
by Scott Fitzgerald


Verse:
I may be a What-ho, a No-can-do
Even a banker, but I can love you
As well as a better man
a letter-man of fame
As well as any Mr. Whosis you can name

The little break in my voice
—or Rolls-Royce
take your choice
I may lose
You must choose
So choose

A hundred thousand in gold
and you're sold
to the old
and I'm broke
when our days a
are gold
I'm begging
begging
Oh, Sister, can you spare your heart?

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Those wealthy goats
In racoon coats
can wolf you away from me
But draw your latch
For an honest patch
the skin of necessity

(we'll make it a tent, dear)

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The funny patch in my pants
take a chance
ask your aunts
What's a loss
You must toss
So toss!
A gap inside that's for good.
You'll be good
As you should
Touch wood!
I'm begging
begging
Oh, Sister, can you spare your heart?


Attached to a Fitzgerald letter to Harold Ober, 12 June 1933.

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