I found this little verse in a cache of bawdy humor kept by my aunt, Esther Severs Dungan. She was an inveterate archivist, and these words were written on a recipe card in a nondescript paper bag in a box under a pile in a room that was filled to the ceiling.  To me, the whole cache showed what young people were thinking about while the world was thinking about World War II. 

Suzanne

Suzanne was a girl with plenty of class

Who knocked them all dead when she wiggled her

Eyes at the fellows as girls often do

To make it quite plain that she wanted to

Take in a show or go for a sail

And then hurry home for a nice piece of

Cake and ice cream or a piece of roast duck

and after each meal she was ready to

Go for a ride or a stroll on the dock

With any young fellow with a sizable

Roll of big bills and a plenty good front

And if he was nice she would show him her

Little white hands with a movement so quick

That she would reach right out over and tickle his

Chin while she went off in a trance

And asked him if he would take off his

Coat while she lay on the shore

For whatever she was, Suzanne was no bore.