The sisters at night, harmonizing
The motors of their vibrators harmonizing
They carry on a conversation, nothing out of the ordinary
Long ago: "What's that noise?" "Why, it's my electric blanket."
When sis got her own "electric blanket", there was nothing to be said
So they never spoke of it again.

Now, a new wrinkle. Gina's bed is unusually quiet.
Brenda at long last one night asks what's up?
"Why are you not using your electric blanket lately?"
Comes the answer: "I haven't been cold."
And Brenda knows. It's that goddam Vito D'Annunzio.
With him around, no girl needs an electric blanket.