I had my own fan
I held it to my heart
And when the men did come along
A flutter it gave a start
Like a butterfly this fan picked up
My womanly grace
And emphasized all the contours
And lines upon my face
But my fan, fanned the flames
Of desire in my eyes
And when I wished for cooler days
Hot passions in me did rise
I held my fan close to my heart
Like a pendant from a lover
It stilled the beating before its start
Kept those feelings undercover
But unmasked from behind its blind
Unmistakably you will find
A woman in love with every kind
Of man, beast or lover
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