Too Many Parties and Too Many Pals Jim Reeves

(Too many parties and too many pals)
(May break your heart someday)
(Too many boyfriends and sociable gals)
(May drive your sweetheart away.)

(Spoken)
Gentlemen of the jury
The judge's speech began
The scene was a crowded courtroom
And the judge a stern old man

This prisoner here before you
Is a social enemy
A lady of the evening
And you know the penalty

Her eyes reflect the nightlife
Her cheeks are red with paint
But I knew her mother, gentlemen
Why, her mother was a saint

Now, I know that she's not like her
And yet she might have been
If it hadn't been for
Pettin' parties, cigarettes and gin